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^^ CONTENTS, 



Page. 



The Rose of Deseret 


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The Three Wrecks 


6 


When I am Old 


10 


Across the Sea 


11 


The Rising Tide 


11 


Praise 


12 


Sorrow 


12 


Disappointment 


13 


The Exile 


13 


An Autobiography 


14 


What a Wife Might Say 


16 


To Sister Zina D. H. Young 


17 


The Lost Child 


18 


The Martyrs 


20 


Shells of the Ocean 


21 


A Token of Affection 


22 


Moonlight in the Mountains 


22 


Welcome t > a Bi other 


23 


Sister 


23 


Chunk of Ice 


24 


Twilii-ht's Fading 


24 


The Modern Hero 


25 


The Two Lessons 


27 


For Ellen 


28 


Matie 


30 


Something to Cling to 


31 


The Shadowy Promise 


32 


Truth 


32 


The Fiery Dragon 


33 


No Imaginary Go^ for Me 


34 


Tiredness and Resting 


35 


A Ht-roine of Ihe Battalion 


36 


The Unsuccessful Trip 


37 


To Brethren in Prison 


40 



The Glorious Future 40 

Th- Child 44 

The Music of the Church. 42 

A Sabbath in Tennes.see 43 

Ooedience 4o 

The Errors of Dress 46 

St. George 47 

The Home of the Ten Tribes 50 

My Lovely Mother 51 

For Annie 63 

Politeness 55 

Abra n 55 

Genius 55 
Comments on a Picture called, "A 

Mormon taking a fifth wife" 57 

The Umbrella 58 

To Emma 60 

Contrasts 60 
New Year's Day in the Past and the 

Present 61 

Nancy's Ride 63 

Our Desires 67 

The Big Boys 68 
Wildwood Flowers 

The Two Powers 70 

A Dream 72 

Diddy 73 

I Trust in Thee 74 

Johnny 75 
On Visiting a Friend After a Long 

Absence 76 
Dictionary of Names. 

Men's Names 77 

Women's Names 91 



THE ROSE OF DESERET. 



THE ROSE OF DESERET. 



They bloomed alone by the winding streams, 

At the feet of the stately trees. 
The roses sweet of the mountains bloomed 

And scented the morning breeze. 

The Winter snows were melted down 

In the rosy month of June, 
And rushing from the mountain heights, 

To the roses sang their tune. 

Painted faces by the roses came, 
And low made their leafy home 

Breathing the breath of the fragrant gale. 
Charmed by beauty while they roam. 

Fierce and black was the Indian's face 
When hate and war were themes. 

In peaceful moods his face he decked 
With bright vermillion gleams. 

His children played with the rose's buds. 
And laughed in innocent glee — 

As they sj t by the fragrant winding stream, 
Beneath the cottonwood tree. 



THE ROSE OF DESERET. 



No pale one came with eyes of blue, 

To wander bj^ the brook, 
In those old times the maidens dark, 

Within its mirror looked. 

But now the Rose of Deseret 
Shakes out its petals free, 

In many folds, and deep-dj'ed hues. 
Its beauty we can see. 

And maidens beautiful and fair 
From costly mansions come, 

To breath the fragrant mountain air, 
Around a lovely home. 



THE THREE WRECKS. 



Over the water, and dull in the air, 
The fo2r hung over the ship that's doomed — 

Over p lady, pleased, and beautiful, fair, 

And the fog brought sorrow, the fog brought death, 
As a steamer came with a burning breath — 

Like a monster dim it faintly loomed. 

Over the vessel a crash was heard. 
The waves rush into the broken side, 

The steamer seemed a giant weird, 

Bat the crew climbed onto her deck in haste, 
Hurrying the lady till safe she was placed. 

Never the billows their proud ship would ride. 

The wind blew cool, and the fog was black, 

And one lay dead in the cabin there, 
The lady begs then them to go back , 



BY EMILY B. SPENCER. 



For her husband and child are gone, 
And OEe man else are all alone — 
Little she knows the fearlul doom. 
That caught her husband in its snare. 

Over the water long they sought, 

But find uo vessel perishing there, 
And comfort none to the lady brought, 

But ploughed their way through the water dull. 

And she had lost her loved ooe all, 
And their fate she often wished to share. 

But her little boy with golden hair, 
And sweet blue eyes was calling loud; 

While tears rained fast o'er his face so fair, 
For his mother to come and take him away. 
For his father was dead, and he could not stay, 

And he hid his face, and sobbed and sobbed. 

But the mate sprang up from the swinging floor, 
And burst the walls imprisoning t>\em, 

For he heard the waters ceaseless pour — 
And taking the child he went on deck. 
And made a raft from the broken wreck, 

That the tide of death they two might stem. 

Alone on the ocean's waters wild. 
Floated the raft on its unknown way, 

Calmly sat the man and the chiid, 
Never knowing their future doom; 
But happily they were rescued soon, 

As dawned a bright and sunny day. 

The bark went on the bounding sea, 
Like a bird she flew fri)m wave to wave, 



THE ROSE OF DESERET. 



But lost her way o'er the waters free, 
And driven ashore on an island sweet — 
They kindness from the natives meet. 

Of home they dream, of home they rave. 

No ship comes near with rounded sail, 

To take them to their homes again. 
And one by one their hopes all fail, | 

As three years marching go their way, , I 

They grow contented with their stay, 
They know to sigh for home is vain. 

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A man of war looms up in sight, j 

They hasten from the isle away. 

The beauteous child is their delight, ; j 

The pride and joy of all around; j 

Delighted with each sight and sound, I 

At last they're landed in Bombay. 

The mate was taken sick indeed, 

So gave the child unto a friend, 
Who to his friends at once agreed 

To take the boy, his mother find, 

And to the boy he would be kind, 
As on their journey they would speed. 

Again upon the ocean's track, 

Upon the billow's foamy waste. 
A ship is foundered, waters break 

Into her side, she will go down — 

And from her glides a boat alone, 
The other boat from her doth haste. 



A plunge, a circle in the sea, 
A whirlpool as the ship went down. 



BY EMILY B. SPENCER. 



A cordliDg cry from those that be, 
Drawn by her power to waters deep — 
A little child sat down to weep, 

His friends that in the waters drown. 

Again the child's a castaway, 
Upon the ocean's bosom broad. 

With some true friends float far away, 
Until a ship at last's descried, 
A signal of distress is tried, 

Is seen — soon on its deck they stood. 

All kindness then was instant given, 
The captain took the child away, 

And when the story bent to listen, 
The captain's child with curly hair. 
And sweet blue eyes, and wondrous fair. 

Was this lost child but found to-day. 

The first ship's wreck had parted him 
From mother's true and loving heart. 

By last ship's foundering found his kin. 
Ttiis mother as a bearded man. 
A captain, o'er the waters ran, 

From her he never more would part. 

"0 take no more my boy from me" — 
But as they strove to take the child 

She dropped upon her bended knee, 
•'I am his fatherl'' faltering cried. 
Xot sol" the gray-haired man replied. 

'1 knew his father, you are wild." 

"I am his mother, see! " she cried. 
And pulled her black beard off her face. 



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■ I leave the child," the man replied, 
'Tor you're his mother I can see; 
I give him up, and glad is me. 

At last hes found his mothers place." 

Another ship was hailed, and they, 
The wrecked ones went upon their way, 

But left the boy, that sunny boy, 
To be his mother's darling pet. 
The ocean long from her had kept — 

The songs she sang were very gay. 



WHEN I AM OLD. 



When I am old, will any come. 

To cheer my lonely hours? 
Will other's faces turn away, 

Unto their own home bowers. 
And care not that I am alone. 
To watch the silent march of death, 
And know his entrance will be sure. 
And I alone my fate endure? 

When I am old, will younger hands 

Alleviate the pains of life? 
Will some bright eyes so loving shiLe, 
With sweet affection into mine? 
Or will I grieve a careless tone, 
And sorrow that I am alone? 
And know that Time, though at its bes 
Will only give a little rest: 
And I will pass as others pass 
The ponals of the house of death. 
And faintly yield the passing breath. 



BY EMILY B. SPENCER. H 



Will no one come with tender words? 
Or loving voice be round me heard? 
But must I go with unheard step, 
Alone the days of agedness 
With none to cheer and none to bless? 

The la^t days of an aged one. 
The last hours of their setting sun, 
The watching of the One to come, 

Must be a sad reality. 
A slight from one they've loved to see, 
Must jar upon their trembling hearts; 
They feel as if they must away, 
They here have none to wish their stay. 



ACROSS THE SEA. 



You came across the heaving wave. 

Oer ocean's waters dark and deep. 
For Zion's cause, to Zion bound. 

That faithfulness, rewards might reap. 

Xaught. naught but this, has brought you here- 

The Father's hand was over you. 
To shield you in dark perils near, 

To fold vou with His faithful few. 



THE RISING TIDE. 



The sound of the sea storm 
That was dashing around, 

She heard it with horror! 
Must her grave there be found? 



THE ROSE'OF DESERET. 



3Iust death there o'ertake^her, 

The solitary one. 
Must sea waves rush o'er her, 

With their white surging foam': 

Xol nol she's not destined, 

To sleep in the ocean, 
A bark has espied her. 

And the rescue's begun. 

Her heart will beat gladly, 
She'll now see her mother, 

For swiftly is coming, 
The bark of her lover. 



PRAISE. 



Rejoice! rejoice! my heart rejoice! 

Break forth in songs of praise, 
The temple walls are now complete, 

And shouts of joy upraise. 

This works complete, sweet music" s charm; 

Proclaims in glad'ning glee, 
The last rock's laid. The walls are done, 

'Twill soon a blessing be. 



SORROW. 



Why are you so unhappy. 

What weighs your spirits down, 

When you should be light-hearted 
And fortune should not frown. 



BY EMILY B. .SPENCER. 



0; tell me all your troubles, 
And I will help you bear 

^Vhatever may oppress you, 
By faith in earnest prayer. 



DISAPPOINTMEXT. 



What is life but disappointment, 
Full of trials, sorrows here. 

Till the spirit longs triumphant 
For a nobler, sweeter sphere. 

Bitter is the earthly drinking. 
Shadows cloud the brightest day. 

Hopes long cherished fail the owner. 
Mocking with resistless sway. 



THE EXILE. 



An exile from home proclaiming the truth. 

So free unto all the aged and youth. 

They heed not the words of salvation and life 

But pass them as naught while surrounded by strife. 

While confusion and discord and anarchy reign 

And war with its horrors will come, that is plain. 

And sorrows are coming and they will not flee 

Where they will be safe when Zion is free. 

An exile from home so weary and worn 

A message of Hfe unto friends have you borne 

You are not to blame nor wasted your breath 

If they choose the dark way that leads unto death: 

Though none into waters of baptism go 



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An agency all have mortals below, 
And the day will come on when gladly they'll flee 
To the tops of the mountains where Zion is free, 
With the Saints they'll delight their divellings to be. 

Fear not for the Lord is with those that love 
His commandments that issue from His just abode, 
And He will uphold you and bring you with joy 
To the tops of the mountains where none can annoy. 
And the wicked shall fear thee and they shall not harm 
While thou art among them to preach and to warn. 



AN AUTOBTOGRAPHY. 



I AM very old. I have seen sixteen Summers, and not many ; 
more are in the allotted time of my life, and so before I bid j 
this mortal life farewell, I will relate my experience, my hap- 
piness, and my sorrows, that ye youthful hearers may have ' 
some little pity, on some poor helpless one, that it may be j^our I 
duty to take care of, and make some poor creature more com- I 
fortable, during the remainder of its life. I recollect when i 
young of being called Rose, and considered myself a great l 
beauty, as red and white predominated in my complexion, and j 
my eyes were large and dark. My home was under a large \ 
spreading tree, that threw its shade over me, and shielded me i 
from the burning rays of a Summer's sun. I had a large neck- 
lace around my neck, and was carefully kept out of the garden, 
lest I should trample the lucerne, eat up the flowers, break 
down the young trees and vines, and commit mischief general- 
ly. So every morning, noon and night, I had my breakfast, din- 
ner and supper brought to me. 

After a while I was deemed large enough to get my own liv- 
ing and so one day I was unloosed and led along through the 



BY EMILY B. SPENCER. 15 



streets of a populous town. Oh, how I longed to caper and 
frisk and run away! But that I was forbidden to do. At last 
we were out of town, and on and on we went, until we arrived 
at a beautiful spring, where the grass grew bright and green, 
and there the man that had charge of me took oif my neck- 
lace and as I quietly went to eating my dinner, he departed, 
leaving me alone. I enjoyed myself immensely that afternoon 
capering, and running, eating and drinking, until the sun went 
down, and then I was lonesome indeed. I missed my little 
mi-tress calling Rose. The moon came out bright and full, the 
stars twinkled in the sky. I was very tired, so I quit rambling 
about, laid down and went to sleep. One day went after 
another. I grew very fast, and when two or three years went 
by, my master came to find me, and take me home, for I was 
beginning to be of use, and from that time to this I have faith- 
fully served those whom it has been my fortune to live among, 
but often without reward. My children have been killed, died 
or been sold, until there are none left to cheer my old age. 
Sometimes I have been beaten, sometimes I have suiFered for 
food or water, from heat and cold, that if it were not for the 
consciousness of being useful, I would hardly think life worth 
having. I have furnished the materials for hundreds of pounds 
of butter and cheese, besides a healthful article of diet for 
children, and the nicest of dishes, but all of which I never 
have tasted. Now being so old I only wait to make my will; 
and as I only have my body to dispose of, I hereby will and 
bequeath to my friends, my flesh, that I want eaten fresh 
and salted; my fat, made into soap and candles; my hide into 
shoes; my hair to stuft* cushions; my feet to make glue; and 
my horns to make combs; and this is the will of a useful old 
cow. 



16 THE ROSE OF DESERET. 



WHAT A WIFE MIGHT SAY. 



"Never to wait and listen again, 

For the sound of his coming feet, 
Never to see in his eyes again 

The look that I used to meet, 
Never to hope, or love again, 

Through the long, long years to be. 
And this is the bitter, bitter end, 

That the judge would give to me. 

"Lonely and sad through life must I roam. 

For my husband must never greet 
Wives that he loves in his tender heart, 

Or acknowledge me on the street; 
Must pass me by as a stranger would, 

And his smile is not for me. 
If he heeds the words of the learned judge, 

And with his decisions agree. 

"Turned from his door without a sigh, 

Though the tears from my eyes fall fast, 
Smothering pity within his heart. 

Forgetting to love at last; 
Recreant to vows that angels saw 

Recorded in heaven on high, 
Because the stern judge decrees it to be. 

Our sad lot until we die. 

"Never he'll be a recreant one, 
For my husband is true and good. 

Never a coward to slink away. 
Because of a judge's mood. 



BY EMILY B. SPENCER. 



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Truth he will hold, and his wives protect, 

Though he lie in a felon's cell, 
For there's One on high will bless him still, 

And will say, 'You have done well!' " 



TO SISTER ZINA D. H. YOUNG. 



Sister, we have met to greet thee, 
For we ever love to meet thee, 
And we feel to ever bless thee — 
With our love we now address thee. 

Sister Zina's kindly greeting, 
Always makes a happy meeting, 
Thus is bound our hearts unto thee, 
Blessings of the Lord come through thee. 

In these latter days a blessing 
Through thy hands, the Lord's dispensing 
To His daughters in the Temple, 
That so often there assemble. 

And thy voice is often lifted — 
Thus thy words, so rare, and gifted, 
Fall like seeds to spring to flowers, 
In the sometime coming hours. 



Earthly life be lengthened for thee — 
Crowns of glory will adorn thee, 
When this life has past so fleeting 
And thy Father thou art meeting. 



18 THE ROSE OF DESERET. 



THE LOST CHILD. 



A TRUE INCIDENT OP ROCXY MOUNTAIN LIFE. 



The sun had set behind tlie western mountain, that 
hemmed in the narrow canyon where a few families dwelt. 

On the east, another chain of mountains rose, covered with 
straight, tall pines, to their base. 

Purple and golden cbuds, floated airily over head, chang- 
ing their glow continually, while the sweet pure blue of the 
east, heralded night, by the faint light of a star. 

The red sky dimmed, the clouds turned brown, the azure 
faded, and a dull dusky color o'erspread the sky, and the beau- 
tiful, glorious pageant of sunset faded away. The stars came 
out, while the moon hung on high, shedding her enchanting 
light o'er rock, tree, field and home. The herds of cows had 
come home and were quietly being milked, peace and happi- 
ness marked the scene. 

The hurry of a horse's feet were heard, and a rider came on 
faster and faster, stopping first at one low house, and then at 
another, giving the tidings that a child was lost, and asking 
help to find her. At noon she had gone with her brother to 
herd sheep; he had left her on a point of the mountain while 
he went to turn the sheep that were wandering oiF— bidding 
her stay there until he came again. After some delay he 
came back to the place where he had left his sister, but she 
was not there. In dismay he sought her, loudly he called her, 
the hills only mockingly answered him. His heart sank within 
him, as he realized that she was gone. The sheep tracks 
obliterated all marks of her tiny footsteps, and searching in 
vain he went home and sought help. The mother hunted 
long among the hills but found her not, and night coming on, 
a rider was despatched in haste down the beautiful canj^on to 
rouse the neighbors, for it was feared that this cold night of 



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September would chill the sweet child through, and morning 
would find her dead. 

Mules and horses were saddled in haste, overcoats donned, 
and out into the night rode stout young men. 

All interest was centered in the lost girl, and many were 
the prayers offered by women in the lonely homes, for her 
welfare and safety. 

The child hunter rode swiftly up the canyon, the mountains 
growing lower and less precipitous, past the Three Sisters, 
large tall trees growing almost from the same root, on and on, 
for fiye miles, until they reached the camp of sheep shearers. 
Here the father of the little girl, and others joined them. 
They proceeded to the spot where the little one was left on 
the mountain, to search for her tracks. For a long time they 
looked in vain, spreading out in a large circle, until theylwent 
beyond the tracks of the sheep, and there they found the foot- 
steps of the child. A loud halloo proclaimed the fact, and 
hope was all alert; for now they were sure of finding her. 
Ever keeping the little foot-prints before them, they followed 
over hills and through hollows, across the road, under trees, 
and around in a large half circle. Behind the mountains sank 
the moon, and her grateful light was gone. Lighting great 
pine torches, the glare lit up the ground, and the light of the 
flames lit up the curious cavalcade. Some were on horses, 
some led horses, while one or two kept in advance, creeping 
along with torches close to the ground to never lose sight of 
the marks of her little feet. The midnight hour was past, the 
cool breeze of the morning swept over them — climbing a high 
rocky hill they followed sti^l, until the footprints were lost on 
a large smooth rock. Beyond they could find nothing, and 
their search for the night was ended. Making a roaring fire, 
they lay down on the tracks and awaited daylight. The fire 
blazed and danced, and lit up the wild dark scenery, and 
bringing the unearthly beautiful, dark, unreal green of bush 
and tree in fantastic forms to view. 



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Around that fire gathered the group of tired men. The 
father sober and thoughtful, yet hopeful, knowing that day- 
light would reveal the whereabouts of his little daughter, 
thinking she must be near. Somewhere she was asleep. Poor 
tired little girl! She certainly could not go much further. 
Would morning never come? Such was the thought of the 
father. 

The young men kept awake by playing pranks on each other, 
poking fun at the sleepy heads, feeding the fire, and watching 
the gray light of approaching morning eager to be on the 
move. Tardy daylight at length came. An impatient young 
man jumped on his horse, and rode to the top of the h'*gh 
hill, and over its brow to a Ikrge clump of oak brush. He 
slowly rode around it, and was about turning away when he 
caught a glimpse of a red shawl and a little.hand under a heap 
of dry, dead, brown oak leaves. 

He gave a great cry of joy which waked the sleeping child, 
who, bewildered, half rose from her leafy bed, in which she 
was so thickly covered, that she scarce had felt the chilly air of 
night. 

In triumph was she carried to her father, who gladly clasped 
his child to his bosom, and took her home to her anxious 
mother; gladly rode the young men down the canyon to carry 
the joyful news, thankful that their successful hunt was over. 



THE MARTYRS. 



A REQUIEM for the dead, the middle aged, and young, 

In mournful numbers — heartfelt sorrow, comes from many a 

tongue; 
For a mob in Tennessee has slain the righteous sons of God, 
And think by this fell act to crush the influence of His word. 



BY EMILY B. SPENCER. 21 



The blood of innocence will cry for vengeance from the Lord, 
And nothing but repentance can awful judgments ward. 
Rouse up, ye people of the States, that think this is a crime, 
High handed, brii al, wicked, no palliation find. 

The Saints are calm; the time will come, when mobs will not 

molest, 
The earth from wickedness will have a sweet and glorious rest; 
When peace, and righteousness hold sway, and every heart is 

pure,/ 
And many blessings they receive who trials have endured. 

Effulgent crowns of glory to martyrs will be given, 
And resurrected beings will make of earth a heaven; 
Our Father will be here and angel choirs will sing. 
The praises of the Lord our Grod, and hail Him as a King. 



SHELLS OF THE OCEAN. 



Shells of the ocean, beautiful shells, 
Homes of the living that cosily dwells 
In your bright cavities glistening and warm, 
Shining like gold while rainbows adorn 
Inside and outside of each little house. 
Storms do not enter though often aroused. 

Shells of the ocean how varied in hue 
That the bright waves bring forth to our view; 
Many in form each species distinct, 
Still with each other is always a link; 
Tiniest, brightest and largest together 
Lineth the beaches like some fairy favor. 



THE ROSE OF DESERET. 



A TOKEN OF AFFECTION. 



Composed to he presented hy a friend to Sister Eliza 
R. Snow Smith. 



A TOKEN of my friendship I proffer unto thee, 

And hope that many birthdays, thou may'st happy see, 

0, oft I pray my Father to bless this dearest friend, 

And may our friendship ever be, when time itself shall end. 

0, sweet the days that come and go while thou art staying 

here, 
A very blessing seems to come, where'er thou dost appear; 
And when this life is ended, and thou art happy there 
And I have joined the joyous throng, may I thy friendship 

share. 



MOONLIGHT IN THE MOUNTAINS. 



The shadows have crept over fields of green oats previous 
to the sun descending behind the western hill, that is more 
properly a mountain. 

The shadow creeps, first over the house that nestles against 
it. then descends across the road, behind the stately dark pine 
trees, across the fields of grain, waving and rippling in the 
breeze. Past the beautiful rockery, up the mountains oppo- 
site, darkening the pines and meeting the pure, clear blue of 
the eastern sky upon which the sun still shines and gilds the 
clouds and paints them in most lovely tints. One by one the 
changeable tints of the sky fade, and the round full moon rises 
slowly behind the darkling pines, and floods the canyon with 
its soft and mellow light. 



BY EMILY B. SPENCER. 



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WELCOME TO A BROTHER. 



Welcome, brother! welcome home! 
Glad are we that you have come, 
Glad to hear your voice again, 
Glad that you have crossed the plains; 
You are safely here at home, 
Pleased that now your roaming' s done, 
Blessing by your presence here, 
Those that to your heart are dear. 

W^elcome, brother! welcome home! 
We have waited for you long. 
Waited while you preached the truth, 
In the days of lovely youth, 
Trying to dispel the gloom, 
Thickly hanging clouds of doom, 
O'er the world, they'll break too soon, 
In our mountain home have we 
Waited, watched and prayed for thee. 



SISTER. 



Sister, we have met thee here, 

In joy, and love, and pleasant peace. 

And as the years fly swiftly by. 

Thy blessings, may they still increase. 



24 THE ROSE OF DESERET. 



CHUNK OF ICE. 



Enter a man with ice. Scene in the West Indies. 

What a nice chunk of ice! Such rare good luck! A whole 
cargo just arrived, and everyone's eager for ice. I hope Bet 
will take good care of it so that for once I can have good but- 
ter for dinner. I've seen nothing but oil lately. Here, Bet! 
Bet! {Bet enters.) 

Yes, massa. 

Bet, take this chunk of ice, ice, I say, take good care of it, 
and have it on the table for dinner. 

Yes, massa. {Master exit.) 

{Bet examining it) Chunk of ice! What stuif is this? Why, 
how it feels! It makes my fingers ache. I'll smell it; it don't 
smell at all. I'll taste it; what fnnny stuff. 'Taint sweet, 
'taint sour, 'taint bitter nuther. I can't describe my feelin's. 
It's not gum, nor pine-apple, nor orange. How I'll cook it? 
Fry it, bake it, roast it, or bile it. Its purty near dinner 
time and this hickerty thing's not cooked. I'll bile it. So 
here goes. Thank my stars the water was bilin'! Reckon it 
will be done in time yet. Like to please massa he's so kind 
and good and he knows well 'nuff Bet takes care of what he 
brings to this 'ere house. But sich stuff"! Hope it a'int 
tough and stringy. {Sets the table) Wonder if it's done! Hope 
it is. {goes and looks in the pot) Gracious me! Snakes and 
ginger-bread. What will massa say! Can't find a bit of it. 
Its an old fetich; its witched; we'll all die! I wish I'd never 
touched it! I'll die! I'll die! 



TWILIGHT S FADING. 



When the twilight's fading 
Into dusky night, 



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Then of thee I'm thinking, 
Of thy eyes so bright. 

When the firelight's glowing 
With its ruddy light, 

Then the one I'm mii^sing 
Blesses not my sight. 

When the stars are shining 

In the azure height, 
Then of thee I'm thinking, 

And of time's swift flight. 

Sometimes comes thy footstep, 

And a sudden glow, 
As of brightest sunshine, 

Kound thee seems to flow. 



THE MODERN RERO. 



Eeadixg Carlj'le's "Hero as Divinity," started the train of 
thought about the modern hero. All nations, all i)eople have 
a portion of divinity within them. Children of the heavenly 
Father; how can it be otherwise? No matter how dense the 
darkness that enshrouds them, they seek for something to wor- 
ship, to look up to, to aid them to ward off evil, and to bring 
them good. A higher power than theirs is sought blindly but 
devoutly . The traditions of the ancient fathers came down 
through centUiies, mingled with obscurity; and that probably 
constituted the gods of the ancient Norsemen. The evil one 
was abroad, falsehood was mingled with truth. Anything to 
lead the minds of the children of men from the truth; any- 



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thing to satisfy the inherent longing for a higher life, save the 
eternal truths of heaven. The priesthood was driven from the 
earth. Idolatry and false forms of religion held sway. Dark- 
ness swept over the earth. Popery and Paganism rose, 
advanced and partially declined. From Popery sprang her 
many daughters, the Protestant churches. 

There was no divine hero upon the earth. None sent from 
the heavens to proclaim the everlasting truth. No ambassador 
from on high, for heretofore every ambassador, even to the 
Son of God, had been destroyed, translated or driven to the 
uttermost parts of the earth. 

The time had come for a new era. Blest, ordained and set 
apart for his high mission, Joseph was sent unto the earth. 
As a babe he began his earthly life; angels watched over their 
precious charge. While still a boy the Lord and his Son, 
Jesus Christ, appeared to him and unfolded the truth from 
heaven. "Hear ye Him," said the Father, and the Son pro- 
claimed the truth. Then beamed light upon the darkness of 
the world — light that was destined to dispel it — to revolution- 
ize the theories of man-made religion; to bring life again, eter- 
nal life, to the hungry children of the Father, dwelling in 
shadows and fanciful forms. 

This is a hero to be proud of; who withstood persecution; 
who manfully maintained the right against the wrong; who 
alone, in his youth, unaided by mortal man, maintained his 
integrity. The hosts of heaven watched, aye, and guarded 
him too. Sorely was he tested, but he shone forth as pure 
gold; he began a new era of light and life to mankind, 
the brethren and the sisters, children of the same Father he 
had lived with before he came to this world, before he des- 
cended from the courts of heaven. 

This hero came, Joseph was his name. His life testified oi 
his heroism; a struggle continually with the powers of dark- 
ness that tried to overwhelm him but could not. Through 



BY EMTLY B. SPENCER. 27 



trial and persecution Joseph led the chosen people gathered 
from many nations. What is life to him but sorrow and glad- 
ness. Sorrow when wickedness triumphed, and gladness for 
the power given in the last days over the evil one. 

After a life of self denial, of good wishes, of miracles, of 
hope, of troubles innumerable from the hands of wicked men; 
of privations, of imprisonment, falsely accused, this great hero, 
this wonderful man, this sonof the Father was martyred; laid 
down his life, and sealed his testimony with his blood, which 
has never been effaced from the prison floor. It is a strong 
testimony of the innocence of the martyred modern heroes, 
Joseph Smith and his brother Hyrum. 



THE TWO LESSONS. 



From the experience of Brother Staines as I heard him 
relate it. 



When I was young I entered the Church and'shortly after 
was called upon by an elder to go and administer to a brother 
that was possessed by devils. We went and as we entered the 
house we found that it was a grinning devil that he had. He 
grinned at us and told us to be seated and said: '"You have 
come in the name of Jesus," and speaking to the elders said, 
"I know you. You came from Nauvoo, and you are building 
a temple there. You are gaining power but so are we gaining 
power. ' ' 

We administered to the brother and rebuked the devil and 
as he was leaving he roared so that I felt frightened. He 
said, "Yes we will leave now but we will come back again." 

At another time we were called upon to cast out an evil 
spirit and a young man wished to accompany us and wished to 
be mouth in the administration. He had his wish and after 



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THE ROSE OF DESERET. 



the evil spirit liad gone out from the man, the afflicted brother 
lay down on a lounge. This young man was by the side of 
the lounge and asked the brother how he felt now and was 
answered: 

"I feel better. " 

''There," said he, "I told you so; I knew if I rebuked the 
evil spirit it would leave and I would have power over it. ' ' 

In an instant the evil spirit was in the man. He jumped 
and hit the young elder such a blow in the stomach that it sent 
him with great force across the room and against the wall. 
Then we had to rebuke the evil spirit again and a much older 
and humbler elder rebuked the evil spirit in the name of 
Jesus and he lied. 

I This taught me a lesson not to boast but give the glory to 
' God. 

At another time I was called in to administer alone to a 
iman who had the ague. 

He was shaking with a hard chill. I administered to him 
and went across the room and sat down. 

I felt curious and asked the brother how he felt. 

"0, " said he, ' 'I am all right. ' ' ' 'Well, ' ' said I, ' 'I've got 
the chill," and I shook for ten or fifteen minutes as hard as 
he had done. I wanted him to administer to me, but he said: 
"No. 1 have had the chills for three weeks and don't want 
them any more." 

I prayed for myself and it finally left me. 

This taught me lesson second. Never to go and administer 
alone if it could be avoided. 



FOR ELLEN. 



Beautiful was the morn of May. 
As rose the sun upon that day, 



BY EMILY B. SPENCER. 29 



My cheeks were pale, tears died away, 
But grief within my heart held sway, 
For dying then, my dearest lay. 

Before that time I knew that death. 
Would still the heaving of his breast; 
I knew ere long that he would be, 
An inmate of eternity. 
My tears then fell like April rain. 
As I sensed this again, again. 

But when he on his death bed lay, 
And 1 to tears again gave way, 
He looked at me, my tears were gone. 
Although my heart with grief was torn, 
And once it turned, in anguish deep, 
With griefs foreknowledge it was steeped. 

But when at length his breath had ceased, 
My tears were never more released, 
But in their founts were sealed away, 
As I gazed on the lifeless clay. 

My dearest one, my prop was gone. 

And helpless I was left alone, 

So weak and sick, so long had been, 

A burden to my friends in pain. 

My life had passed, but now a woe. 

Indeed had fallen on me so. 

He whom I loved, my loved was gone, 

How would I, could I get along? 

So gentle, kind and humble, too. 

His virtues many, not a few. 

Where is he now? Where Saints reside; 



30 THE ROSE OF DESERET. 



True principles are still his pride. 
Blest spirits dwell in love and light, 
Clothed there in robes of purest white, 

'Tis there my dear one lives, and he 
In joyous throngs, yet thinks of me, 
And joy my heart has filled again, 
And fled are hours of aching pain. 
And I enjoy my labors here. 
Within the temple of our God, 
Whose name I love, and I revere. 



MATIE. 



What is home without our Matie, 

He's a precious joy of life, 
Now no longer thou wilt wander 

'Mid a mobocratic strife. 
Bless our Matie, darling brother. 

Now we welcome thee at home. 

Many trials thou hast tasted, 
In the blooming southern land. 

But the holy spirit brightened. 
Prospects for that faithful band. 

Now no longer thou wilt roam, 
Glad we welcome thee at home. 

Those unto the gospel strangers, 
Were the ones that thou didst teach, 

Never mindiog toils or dangers, 
That the gospel thou might preach. 



BY E>nLY B. SPENCER. 31 



Welcome to our mountain home. 
Now no longer wilt thou roam. 

Around our family altar gathers 
Now with us our Matie dear, 

Fond affection here forever, 

Shineth where there's none to fear. 

Welcome to our mountain home; 
In the states no longer roam. 

Welcome home, our precious Matie, 
All rejoice to see thee here, 

May the Lord forever bless thee. 
Trusting in His love and cire. 

Joy is for the Pilgrim lone; 

Welcome, welcome, welcome home. 



SOMETHING TO CLING TO. 



The heart must have something to cling to, 

Or affection would wither away, 
And the setting of life would be gloomy, 

And cheerless the closing of day; 
But when heart unto heart is sweet speaking, 

And the warmth of affection's within, 
The fires of our lives will burn brighter, 

And never go out or grow dim. 

Then perish the thought of seclusion. 

For ourselves we are living alone. 
There are others on earth here beside us. 

That we loved in our heavenlv home. 



32 THE ROSE OF DESERET. 

To each of our brothers and sisters, 
We'll do all the good that we can, 

Nor miserly hold our aifections, 
And coldly place on them a ban. 



THE SHADOWY PROMISE. 



A SHADOW of a promise, is ever haunting me, 
For it seems as if I've given a promise unto thee, 
And yet comes so faintly, like a far-off music strain, 
I cannot catch the words I said, or call it back agaio. 

I see the snowy paper, and wonder what the theme, 

That I have promised there to write, 'tis like a shad- 
owy dream. 

That almost comes to memory, but yet eludes the 
thought. 

And that recedes so swiftly, as soon as it is sought. 



TRUTH. 



Truth is a gem of lustre bright; 

And all that wish can find it: 
So precious is it when 'tis found, 

On hearts the love to bind it. 

Sweet, sweet gem, descended from the sky 

To earthly mortals given, 
If sought, is found, and shining bright, 

Will light their way to heaven. 



BY EMILY B. SPENCER. 33 



THE FIERY DRAGON. 



A LOWLY child of heavenly birth smiled in its innocence 
and purity. Truth dwelt in its heart and many loved it; but 
as it grew and increased in strength and power, the majority 
hated if; and sent a fiery red dragon to destroy it. Angels 
guarded it, and God Himself had foretold that it should not 
be destroyed. In vain the fiery dragon tried to swallow the 
child, for every attempt was foiled, and the object of his 
wrath fled to the borders of civilization, hoping to secure a 
safe retreat. For awhile the serene maiden Peace waited upon 
it, but the dragon followed, drove Peace away, and tried 
again to swallow her precious charge. God and His 
angers came to the rescue. Once more the bloody monster 
was baffled. The child fled to the margin of a wide and 
placid river, and found a resting place. Peace came again 
with her blessings, and prosperity attended her footsteps. 
The growth of the child was fast. Not many years passed 
away ere his bitter enemies sought to put him to death. 
With cries of treason they sent the dragon to find him. 
Again the child of truth was sought and rushed upon fiercely 
— his friends murdered and again he fled; fled to the fast- 
nesses of the mounta'ns, where none but Indians roamed the 
desolate hills — the wolf sought his prey, and the parched 
earth called for water. Under the guidance of his hand, 
gardens and farms, villages and towns, cities and hamlets, 
(- prang up as if by magic. The Indians became more civi- 
lized, flowers lifted up their heads and breathed delicious 
perfume. Industries of every description were fostered and 
the mountains rang with the echoes of joy. Peace settled 
with him. The very atmosphere spoke of her presence. 
Grown to manhood was the child, lovely as ever, wise and 
strong. His enemies are maddened and with cries of fur- 



34 THE ROSE OF DESERET. 



ious rage send their messenger, the dragon, to swallow him 
up. The throat of the dragon is too small. He will choke 
himself before he can accomplish the deed, and persecution 
will bs glad to hide himself in dismay, while the Church of 
Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints will continue to increase 
in strength and power. The heaven above is blessing it; 
invisible angels are around it, the Lord himself smiles upon 
it, and what is there to fear? 



NO IMAGINARY GOD FOR ME. 



Shall we pray to something airy, 

Dwelling 'yond both time and space, 
Body, parts and passions minus, 

Ears it has not, eyes, or face? 
Nothing tangible or certain, 

Something none can comprehend, 
Boundless and invisible, 

Dwelling in each heart a friend? 

Such a god I do not pray to, 

Such a god could hear me not, 
Such a god is merest nothing, 

But I have a better lot. 
For I know the God I pray to, 

Hears me when I call on Him, 
And He answers prayers I utter. 

Times He has, and times again. 

He can feel for sorrowing ones, 
Has compassion on us here. 

He's the Father of our spirits. 
And to Him we all are dear. 



BY EMILY B. SPENCER. 



35 



He has sent our spirits hither, 
To this world of pain and care, 

That for future exaltation, 

We can here our souls prepare. 

Near to Him in sweet communion 

I can draw and feel that He 
Will not slight my short petition, 

For an answer comes to me. 
Glorious brightness is around Him, 

In a world of brilliant light, 
He is no ethereal nothing, 

But a body dressed in white. 

He has ears to hear His children, 

He has eyes to see them too, 
He has feet to bear Him onward, 

Hands to help the good and true. 
Kind and good and loving Father, 

Wishing all His children here. 
Would obey His just commandments, 

To again see Him prepare. 



TIREDNESS AND RESTINa. 

How many, both men and women, work long after they 
are tired, and day after day, never feeling rested. 

When this feeling of tiredness exists life is a drag, toi- 
every step taken adds but to the weariness of the body. 

The spirit alone urges the tired body to go forward and 
perform more and more, until the body is worn out and smks 
into the grave to rest. 

What would prevent it? Rest in this mortal state. Rest! 

Rest!! Rest!!! 



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THE ROSE OP DESERET. 



A HEROINE OF THE BATTALION. 



Blue-eyed, brown-haired Butli sat alone with her little 
girl by her side. The child was sobbing bitterly for her 
father. Her dear, precious father had gone. He had 
enlisted in the Mormon Battalion, at the demand of his 
country, a cruel call, but one that must be obsyed. Though 
Ruth had said, "Go, God bless j^ou," and parted without a 
tear, now they rolled unbidden down her cheeks. He 
should never know that she shed a tear, she thought. 
Brave was her heart though forlorn her situation. One 
little room of rude logs hastily rolled up, a roof of shakes 
overhead, no floor, no window and no door — this room com- 
prised her home. Enough flour and meat to last a week, her 
only stock of provisions. 

She was left in the camp of Pisgah which was situated on 
a sideling hill. Its situation seemed healthy, but through 
the previous suffering of the Saints became a grave for 
many. 

Six weeks went by and she removed to Winter Quarters. 
There she received forty- two dollars from her husband, who 
had sent the money to her that it was expected he would 
lay out in clothes. With nine dollars she hired a rude, 
but comfortable, house put up, sent to Missouri for provis- 
ions, and felt happy. 

Here a baby girl blessed her home and with her two 
children she lived with Sister Dr. Lane working for the 
board of herself and children, thereby saving the remainder 
of her money. 

A few months after she bought a cow for seven dollars, as 
cows were cheap then. 

Eighteen months after a brother rode up and asked her to 
come to his wife's. She demurred as she was expecting 
her husband home. "0 you must come," he said "my 



BY EMILY B. SPENCER. 37 



wife can't do without you." "Well, if she is sick, I will 
go." And from what was said, inferring that she was sick, 
she went over. What was her surprise on arriving at the 
house to find the lady well, and shortly after, while her babe 
was standing by her side, in walked her husband who had 
just arrived from his overland trip. Gaunt and ragged, 
almost worn out with privation and fatigue he stood before 
her; a buffalo robe wrong side out wrapped around him and 
wearing a broad-brimmed Panama hat with elk skin hanging 
around it, the hair side in, to keep the cold from his ears 
and from his bronzed and bearded face. It was the loved 
husband and father, and joy was in her heart, while his 
blue-eyed daughter, Parintha Olive sprang into his arms 
and kissed him, and the babe threw her little arms around 
his neck and cried and had to be coaxed to believe in a papa. 
A dollar that he had sent was worn around her neck. 

The evening- was spent in conversing with friends and the 
returned one sang songs of the soldier camp-fires. 



THE UNSUCCESSFUL TRIP. 



Many years ago a party of "Mormon" boys started from 
Fillmore to carry barley to liuby Valley. The snow was deep, 
they lo^t their way. Some wanted to leave their loads and cache 
them in the snow and push on, while others opposed the plan. 
They finally went on, feeding the grain to the teams, as noth- 
ing else was in their reach to feed them, as the bunch-grass, 
sage-brush and grease- wood were covered by the deep fiill of 
snow. 

They traveled on daytimes, and turned the horses loose at 
night to browse upon the tops of the cedars that just 
appeared above the snow. 



38 THE ROSE OF DESERET. 



One day they saw a spring below them in a valley. 

How were they to descend the steep cliff to it was the ques- 
tion. But by letting the wagons down to it by ropes they 
descended safely, and turced their animals out to graze upon 
the grass that grew on the bare hill side. From th's place they 
knew the way, and at last reached the station in Ruby Valley. 
The grain they had started with had disappeared among the 
hungry horses, and only three hundred pounds were left to 
each wagon to sell, therefore profits there were none, provis- 
ions high, and a long trip to make to reach home. 

For three days they had eaten nothing but raw barley. 
They told the station master their situation. He commenced 
to cook, and putting a little on the table told them to eat. 
The victuals disappeared magically as the hungry travelers 
sat around the table. The station master gave them some 
more. That went the same way. After giving them little by 
little for two or three hours, he finally placed plenty of victuals 
on the table, and told them to help themselves which they 
did. 

When they came to settle with him he charged them noth- 
ing and buying flour and provisions of him they went awaj^ 
After leaving him they came to a hotel, and each giving two 
dollars and a half apiece, they went in, and sat down to a 
sumptuous dinner, and ate to their hearts' content. 

They started home, one of the company who had one 
hundred dollars that he had received for a load of cheese 
bought one hundred pounds of flour for the whole, saying 
they could pay him when they reached home. Generous 
fellow! 

One night while going along after dark, two horses that 
were tied to the back of the wagon were stolen. The thief 
rode up, cut the rope and quietly drove them off. 

No use hunting them then. They got to a station and by 
daybreak the boy that lost them was up, and with two bis 



BY EMILY B. SPENCER. 39 



cuits in his pocket started to track them. He found where 
the thief had come up and where the tracks led off. 

The footprints in the snow were easily followed. He 
tracked them all day and at night wrapped up in his blankets 
lay down to sleep on the tracks. As soon as daylight 
came he was up and off. About fifteen miles on in the 
desert he faintly saw the thief and the horses. Goiog as fast 
as his tired horse would carry him he rode on, and soon 
could distinctly see it was the stolen horses. 

Now for a ruse. He had not been seen. So pulling his 
blanket over his head and playing Indian, he grasped his 
revolvers and riding at full speed commenced shooting. 
This had the desired effect. The coward ran away — the boy 
gave chase. 

When he had driven him to a little hill he stopped to load, 
and to try to get one of the other horses to ride, but seeing 
the thief coming back he jumped into the saddle and spur- 
ring towards him commenced firing as before. The coward 
again ran away. The second attempt was a success. The 
saddle was on the back of one of the other horses. He 
jumped on the horse, and after racing the thief for a ways 
rode off unmolested with the horses, tracking himself back 
by the tracks made by coming. 

The next morning he met some of the company who had 
come out to meet him. 

By this bold feat he had recovered his step-fathei's horses 
and could go on feeling well. With no more adventures 
all reached home safe and sound. 



40 THE ROSE OP DESERET. 



TO BRETHREN IN PRISON. 



All praise to the noble brethren, 

That dared face a frowning wall, 
Ere scatter their wives and their children 

To nevermore own them at all. 
Though the dress of the convict be on them. 

And the cut of the convict be there, 
Their hearts to their wives are still loyal. 

And for principle, all will they dare. 

Then praise to imprisoned brethren. 

Peace and comfort, be given to them, 
Their hearts for this step feel not sorrow. 

Their cheeks will blush not with shame. 
For still for the truth they are steadfast. 

For principle, are they within 
The walls of the "Pen" that close round them- 

They, crowns, for their trials, will win. 



THE GLORIOUS FUTURE. 



"Glorious the future rising o'er us. 

Blessed the era drawing nigh, 
Then join heart and hand," and united be a band, 

That ne'er will cower, turn and fly. 

Precious the promise to the faithful, 

Glorious crowns they all shall wear, 
If they steadfast live, at the goal they will arrive, 

When Christ with angels shall appear. 



BY EMILY B. SPENCER. 41 



Darkly the clouds are hanging o'er us, 

Lower and lower do they sweep, 
But when they appear, as a dread object of fear, 

Then let the faithful covenants keep. 

Clouds may o'ershadow the sky that's^o'er us. 
They will not hurt the tried and true. 

For they'll roll away, and the light of brightest day, 
Will shine on all the faithful few. 



THE CHILD. 



A LITTLE child with artless grace, 
Looked up into her mother's face, 
O'ershadowed with a widow's lace. 
And asked to go to hear them preach. 
Who could the blessed gospel teach, 
Who knew the way and had the power, 
To point to heaven in that haur. 

They went, the little heart was glad, 
Her mother was not quite so sad. 
For then the gospel's truth like dew. 
Refreshed their hearts, gave feelings new, 
And with their words, the spirit bore 
A record never felt before. 
The sacrament was pased around. 
Then Alice's heart was strangely glad, 
I must partake, eat of the bread. 
The water drink, aloud she said; 
Reached put her tiny hand and took. 
Nor heeded mother's warning look, 
And ate, and felt that this was right. 
Her little heart was beating light. 



42 THE ROSE OF DESERET. 



This faitli, repentance, baptism then, 
The truth restored to earth again, 

By angel hands, 'twas this she heard. 
And she believed each blessed word; 

And when the benediction came, 
They felt that there was none to blame 

In what they heard. They homeward went, 
Each musing in sweet wonderment. 

Then Alice broke the silence there, 
"0, let us be baptized!" her prayer. 

Her mother granted her request. 
Thus they obeyed God's great behest. 

Baptism washed their sins away — 
If faithful, gain eternal day. 



THE MUSIC OF THE CHURCH. 



What would the music of the last fifty years be? 

At first a glad, joyous strain because God had appeared, 
spoken and revealed the gospel to the Prophet Joseph 
Smith. 

Then sad and sober music as persecution followed until 
the strains would deepen in sorrow and anguish as the Pro- 
phet Joseph and Hyrum fell. Then as hope appeared and 
beckoned them on their weary march over the trackless 
plains, the music would gently lura them on until the weary 
way was trod, peace pervaded their hearts, and smooth, 
sweet strains were sung, only broken here and there by some 
minor key as famine or war has threatened us. 

Then to crown the whole by a burst of triumphant victori- 
ous music suggestive of the final triumph of the Church 
over all enemies. 



BY EMILY B. SPENCER. 43 



A SABBATH IN TENNESSEE. 



The quiet, still Sunday air, in a log cabin in the State of 
Tennessee, was filled with the sweet strains of sacred music. 
A few were gathering together preparatory to divine wor- 
ship. The hearts of those in that humble dwelling were 
filled with peace and love towards each other, and towards 
the whole human race. 

Those were there who had left their pleasant homes, their 
wives and children, sisters and brothers, fathers and mothers 
and friends dear to them, in the vales of the rugged moun- 
tain tops of Utah, to preach life and salvation to those who 
sat in darkness, that know not God, but who must hear of 
the truth of the gospel. So then had they come bringing 
glad tidings of great joy, words that the Lord himself had 
given — that a new dispensation was opened. They preached 
faith, repentance and baptism for the remission of sins, the 
laying on of hands that they might receive the Holy Grhost, 
as they did anciently. They laid the plan of salvation 
before the people; they could choose for themselves. If 
those they preached to had faith, repented of their sins and 
were baptized by one holding authority from Grod, handed 
down by John the Baptist, then have they entered by the 
only door and were on the straight and narrow way that 
leads to life eternal. Then angels rejoiced that some of the 
children of mortals had obeyed the truth, while Satan and 
his emissaries raged that their power and influence were 
diminishing, and that more had been snatched from their evil 
clutches. Seeking those that listed the evil one to obey, 
they stirred up their minds to hatred and envy, and planted 
therein the foul, dark thought of murder. Painting up the 
characters of these innocent men with the deepest colors 
of iniquity, they transformed the peaceful into the troubled, 
and the virtuous into the abominable. Such was their 



40 THE ROSE OF DESERET. 



power. Their priests denounced them, and by every art, 
themselves misinformed, strove to impart to their hearers, 
by quotations from vile productions, their hatred against 
the quiet, self-sacrificing missionaries of the Latter- day 
Saints. 

The hymn was sung by the friends gathered together in 
that log cabin; the last sweet note was sounded. A mission- 
ary had taken up the sacred Bible, when a murderous mob 
in furious hate rushed to the gate. One came in, unslung 
a shot gun from the wall and shot the unoffending mission- 
ary under the arm. He clutched the wound, fell against 
the bed and died. No word escaped his lips; he died a 
martyr to the cause of truth. 

With demoniacal rage another of the mob took aim at 
another missionary, and while his comrade grasped the rifle 
to keep it from deadly execution, he fell himself to the floor, 
shot by the infuriated mob, and died without a struggle. A 
youth was the next victim, his only crime being a belief in the 
principles of salvation and befriending the Saints. 

At his fall his warm-hearted, impulsive brother shot the 
murderer. "I'll have revenge," was heard, and young Hud- 
son fell mortally wounded. 

As if this work of death was not enough to satisfy the 
insatiate spirit of murder, the mob fired a volley through 
the window, which hit the mother of the boys, and entered 
the dead body of Elder William S. Berry. 

They left, and anguish for their cruel bereavement and 
care for the wounded, occupied those that were still left 
alive from the awful massacre. One missionary alone 
escaped, by fleeing to the protection of the woods. 

This dark deed was in a land of liberty, in a time of 
peace, in an enlightened age, in a nation that boasts its free- 
dom, and invites the inhabitants of other climes to dwell 
in this far-famed land of peace. How has liberty fallen? 



BY EMILY B. SPENCER. 45 



Mourn ye people of the nation for the transgression of your 
laws, for the rampant spirit of murder that stains your fair 
land with the blood of innocence, that will assuredly cry 
unto heaven against the participants, and those that applaud 
the act. Mourn for the trouble that will befall you, mourn 
for the desolation that awaits you, by earthquakes, hght- 
ninggi, tornadoes and pestilence, unless you turn and repent. 
Mourn for the evil days that are coming. "Vengeance is 
mine, and I will repay," saith the Lord, and His words are 
sure. 

We mourn with the widows, the fatherless, the brothers 
and sisters, the parents and the aged mother, who loved the 
martyred ones. 

They have sealed their testimonies with their blood. 
Their exaltation is sure. A glorious reward will be theirs, 
and a martyr's crown will they wear. They are where no 
power can hurt them now. 



OBEDIENCE. 



Obedience is one of the best principles of the kingdom. 
Without it we are lost, going astray, getting into darkness, 
and liable at any time to be led into captivity by the evil 
one, or to suffer severely to be brought back into the right 
track. Let us then as children be obedient to our parents 
doing all things that are required at our hands cheerfully 
and faithfully, and we will receive a reward in a long life 
with as much happiness as it is possible for us to have in 
this state of trial and probation. Every one that is doing 
right is obedient. It is a great and glorious privilege and 
principle that we should not lose sight of but cherish faith- 
fully. Obedience, Obedience, Obedience! Let that be the 
watch- cry of every young Latter-day Saint. 



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THE ERRORS OF DRESS. 



How many errors are there in the modern dress of women. 
The bustle heals the spine, produces a weak back and the 
wearer suffers for her devotion to fashion." The train is a 
folly for it is in the way, gathering dirt and acting the part 
of a broom. A long dress is inconvenient, easily frayed, and 
quickly soiled around the hem. A blonde should not wear 
yellow in any of its shades as it makes her look pallid and 
sickly, but should wear blue for it is becoming. A brunette 
should not wear blue for it is unbecoming, making her look 
darker than natural, but should wear any shade of yellower 
buff for that makes her look fairer, while bright colors 
make her look charming. One that wears corsets will lace 
although protesting against it, and perhaps honestly think- 
ing "0, I don't lace tight." While the fact is the pressure 
of the corset drawn around a person will insensibly to the 
wearer, admit of being drawn a little tighter and tighter, 
until an irreparable injury is accomplished, the waist has 
become smaller than natural, and the heart, lungs and liver, 
have but little room to accomplish their life work in, and 
disease preys upon them, making the corset wearer pay a 
fearful penalty. Very few live when once the waist has 
been reduced to such a small size as to have the ribs meet 
and overlap each other. To be healthy there must be a 
space between them. How much better to cease to wear 
corsets, have a natural healthy body. They weaken the 
back and weaken the stomach so that when once used to 
them, the wearer feels as though she could not do without 
the bracing, compressing feeling of the corset. If girls 
knew the injury this one needless article of clothing pro- 
duced they would never wear one again. 

Tight shoes, are also an error. For the sake of having 
the feet look small, they are often pinched into shoes too nar- 



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47 



row or too short. If too narrow the toes crowd one on the 
other, and a deformed foot is produced. If too short the 
joint of the big toe is thrown out of place and a painful 
bunion is often the consequence. Some also to make the 
feet look tidy and nice draw their shoes so tight with the 
laces that the blood is checked in its flow, the feet are cold, 
and the blood is forced to the vitals, or the head, to produce 
aches or pains, for the blood flowing too freely to any part 
of the body produces pain. The laces being drawn so 
tight, also produce lumps upon the ankle and instep, that 
are unnatural. It is better to wear a loose shoe, drawn 
together only so tight that the blood can have free access to 
the feet, and have good health. 

These are a few of the errors of dress and we as Latter- 
day Saints should discard them, and not make victims of 
ourselves at the feet of the goddess Fashion, whose slain are 
many. We ought to have stamina enough to dress our- 
selves comfortably and healthy regardless of how others do. 
Whatever is beautiful and lovely, that admits of perfect 
health, should be our standard. Let fashion rule among 
those that know not God, but for us let us not deform our- 
selves by the errors of dress. 



ST. GEORGE. 

Who has made these beautiful cities? The Mormons. 
Who has turned the desolation of the wilderness into fruitful 
lands? The Mormons. And yet many stories are circulated 
about them throughout the world that are utterly false, made 
for the purpose of creating a sensation and prejudice against 
a long-sufi"ering, patient and persecuted people. 

The head of the family, the father and husband, seeks 



48 THE ROSE OF DESERET. 



the welfare and happiness of each member, and is proud 
and fond of his children, numerous as the}^ may be. The 
wives are helpmeets indeed, and cheerful and happy faces 
gather around the fireside. 

In this city there are four wards. Each ward is presided 
over by a bishop, making four bishops. They are placed to 
look after the poor, that they do not suffer, and to adjust 
difficulties, if any arise, and to be fathers to the people by 
taking an interest in the affairs of tha world, that everything 
may move on harmoniously. 

The Mormons are the most moral people in the world, 
and if any depart from tne path of virtue they are excom- 
municated from the Church. 

Coming as I did to these vallej'S believing the Bible to be 
true, and having read therein that Abraham talked with 
God, that Jacob wrestled with God, that God gave David 
the wives of Saul, that Solomon only erred in taking wives 
from idolatrous nations, and the Lord nowhere rebuked 
them, I was not able to see why in these days it was a crime 
for a man to have more than one wife, if that was his rehgi- 
ous belief and he honestly obeyed his conscience. 

The patient, peaceable, industrious, moral and orderly 
Mormons have built the towns and cities hereafter described. 

A picture fit for an artist's pencil is this lovely city. 
Going south down to the beautiful fields of lucerne and 
grain, then turning and facing north, the great Pine Valley 
Mountain looms, bluish, partly capped with snow, in the 
distance against the clear sky. Nearer the eye rests on the 
barren, red rock cliffs, then the foot-hills, on which are 
perched some houses. From them the town gradually slopes 
southward. Beautiful and numerous houses, shaded by 
their green trees and surrounded by their blooming orchards. 
In the middle rises the tall white spire of the tabernacle. 
It is built of red sandstone, and shows to advantage among 



BY EMILY B. SPENCER. 49 



the green trees. The dome of the red brick court house 
glitters in the sun-light. The private houses are scattered 
around, white, gray, bluish, cream-colored, pink or red, as 
the taste of the owner desires them. The houses reach up 
to the gap between the red rocks and the Black Rock Ledge, 
and out east for a mile or two and down block after block, 
until in front stands out boldly and alone the beautiful, 
white temple, with its two rows of arched windows and two 
rows of round windows alternate, and its slender dome sur- 
mounting it. It is a picture fair to behold. 

But the city has not sprung up by magic or by the art of 
enchantment, but little by little, under every disadvantage, 
from the mineral soil, unhealthy water, and through the 
burning heat of Summer have the brave settlers conquered 
and redeemed the soil, rendering life enjoyable and places 
pleasant. 

The soil is in bands running north and south, some rich, 
black soil, some red, some white clay, and some mineral and 
hard to subdue. On the east are the white clay hills. The 
clay was used for white-washing before Hme-rock was burned 
for lime. On the west, by the gap, is a gray cement hill. 

The mineral soil is impregnated with salt petre and caustic 
preparations, that destroys vegetation. By flooding the 
land, a great deal of the mineral is washed out, and eventu- 
ally becomes fruitful by cultivation. 

But the disappointments have been many. To see a nice 
youQg orchard succ umb to the white enemy, and only by 
trying, trying again is success secured. This would be dis- 
heartening except to the most determined minds. 

The mineral rises like heavy white frost on- the surface of 
the ground, and it is so thick that it is as glariog to the eyes 
in the Summer days as snow in the Winter, and it makes 
night Hghter as it is walked over. It is about all the sem- 
blance of snow that we have, for through the genial Winter 



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we seldom see snow, sometimes not at all, and rare it is for 
it to lay on the ground a day or two. The grass on either 
side of the ditches is green the Winter through, birds are 
singing, and nature is more like Spring than Winter, while 
the sun shines, but on cloudy days or at night or morning, 
the cold and the damp from the salt petre grounds arise and 
is felt more than the sunshiny days gave promise. 

Those unaccustomed to the climate never think to throw 
on a shawl or put on an overcoat or take them along, because 
the days are warm and pleasant, and thereby the cold is felt 
more than in a more northern clime, while those accustomed 
to the changes in the atmosphere are prepared. 

In the early settlement of the place many hardships were 
endured; many lost their little babes and children through 
the change in the drinking water, and they quietly sleep in 
the city of the dead. But when fruit and grapes abounded 
and the water became more plentiful, the babes had a better 
chance of life, and it is now no more unhealthy than it is in 
other places. 

THE HOME OF THE TEN TRIBES. 



Brother John Lyttle was conversing about the ten tribes, 
and said that Joseph Smith marked off on the floor the 
place where the ten tribes live; it was in the shape of a 
horseshoe and was detached from the earth. He said that 
the ten tribes were there, and that they would never come 
back to this part of the earth, until that portion of the 
earth came back to its proper place. Then they would come 
back to union where this people are. The Lord speaks about 
shaking the earth, and it should reel to and fro like a 
drunken man, that this portion of the earth that was 
detached coming to its proper place would cause the earth 
to shake and reel to and fro. 



BY EMTLY B. SPENCER. 51 



MY LOVELY MOTHER. 



When stars are shining bright above 

In all their brilliancy, 
And silent I am walking then, 

I think and think ot thee; 
And thinking of the pleasant days, 

That passed in childish glee, 
When mother's arm was round me thrown, 

And mother smiled on me, 
My lovely mother! 

Far from my mother am I now, 

The tear-drops often come, 
Because I long to see again, 

My lovely Salt Lake home. 
My mother is the guardian there, 

So earnest, sweet and true. 
To me the best I ever saw. 

The best I ever knew; 

My lovely mother! 



My little brothers went away, 

And silence fell around 
Our home that had been bright and gay,— 

Their home the silent ground. 
And Time alone erased the pain, 

Though Hope had spoken oft, 
And bade us see a rainbow bright. 

With accents low and soft, 
Told, "They are happy." 



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Now, James and Peter comfort thee, 

The only ones at home; 
May they a comfort ever be, 

In years that are to come. 
My brothers! yet a sister thinks 

Of those she cannot see; 
And sometime, if the Lord permits, 

Again she'll come to thee, 
The household treasure! 

My mother may you never die, 

But live till Christ shall come 
In clouds of joy wiih risen ones, 

With Him receive a home. 
Then mortal will immortal be, 

And joy surround the throne 
Of him that's gained the victory: 

The well beloved Son 

Praise Him forever. 

I seemed to feel His coming near, 

When in His house I stood. 
And hoped that when He should appear, 

That I among the good 
Might meet Him with a heart of joy, 

That he might smile on me; 
And may we all together meet, 

That happy we may be 
In that bright home. 

My mother, well I know thy love 

Has always been for me: 
Thy smiles have been a sunbeam bright 

That made life"s shadows flee: 



BY EMILY B. SPENCER. 53 



The light within thy tender eyes, 

I never can forget; 
Sometimes I dream that once again 

I'm called thy darling pet. 
In fancy wild my soul is bound; 

Impatiently I fret 

For lovely mother. 

Then Patience takes her seat by me 
In sweet but sad surprise, 

That I should let Regret stand by 
In such a sober guise, 

And bids me cheer that I will see, 
If patient I will be, 

My mother, lovely, good and true; 

My brothers then greet me 
In future times. 



FOR ANNIE. 



Sister, I have not forgot 

All that's past in that dear spot. 

Home across the ocean wide, 

Home that gleams with wealth and pride. 

I have found a home amid 
Those who've done as God has bid, 
Those who love the truth divine 
That immortal on them shines. 



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I am treated kindly here, 
By these friends unto me dear, 
I am happy in their home, 
1 have no desire to roam. 

Brother, when I saw thee last, 
When I held thy hands so fast, 
For a long, a last good-bye, 
I knew not how time would fly. 

Here all Nature grand reposes, 
Freaks of wonder oft discloses, 
Days unclouded pass me by 
Sweet the clear and azure sky. 

Here the sun with genial rays, 
Warms the Autumn's closing days, 
Tints the trees a golden hue, 
As the frosts work cometh new. 

I am here, and thou art there 
And thy joy I cannot share, 
Joy with that sweet innocent, 
To thy care so loving lent. 

May I see the little one. 
When I reach again my home. 
Keep the darling one with care^ 
Blessings on the baby fair! 

I will homeward sometime turn, 
Should love's lamp forever burn, 
I will tell of wonders here. 
To my friends in England dear. 



BY EMILY B, SPENCER. 55 



POLITENESS. 



What is politeness? In what does it consist? These are 
questions we may ask ourselves, for each and every one 
desires to be acting his best, but true politeness is not an 
art that can be studied, and thrown off and put on as the 
owner may desire, for it is a part of the character, and depends 
upon the disposition of the person, a natural, spontaneous, 
kind feeliog, that sbows itself in every action. There is a 
politeness of the world, that is learned by rule, to speak, to 
smile, to bow, without caring to speak, the smile to be an 
outward show, and not the promptiog of the heart. Polite- 
ness ought to be possessed by every individual. If children 
at home are invariably polite, the habit becomes permanent, 
and abiding through life. Bashfulness will often make a 
person seem impolite, and covers them with confusion, when 
the heart is not at fault. 

Let us each and every one study the most noble art of 
pleasing by making our hearts the receptacle of all that is 
good and lovely. 

Blessed are the ones that have the good passport to society 
and cherish the feelings that lead to true politeness. 



ABRAM. 



Peace be with thee Abram, bad news I have to tell thee, 
For Chedorlaomer, king of Elam, Ariock and Amraphel, 
With Sidol, king of nations, have brought five kings and 

made two flee, 
And in the slime pits then they fell, the rest in mountain 

dwell 
And they have taken captive Lot, and all his goods are gone, 



56 THE ROSE OF DESERET. 



And I am left of all the host to tell the news alone. 

Then up rose Abram in great haste, and armed his servants 

true, 
Three hundred and eighteen, their valor well he knew, 
For born were they within his house, like childrem were they 

there. 
The subjects of his wisdom and patriarchal care. 
Forth went they resolute and firm with Abram at their head, 
And as the night closed round them, still onward were they 

led. 
Until unseen and unsuspected they fell upon the foe, 
And many a mighty warrior was left alone and low; 
And they regained the captives and Lot and all they had 
And hearts were beating merry, that late were beating sad. 



GENIUS. 



Genius is a fearful gift. Genius is an exquisite gift. 
Genius is a lovely gift, one that buoys up the mind through 
every lonely moment, and feeds upon itself I thank Thee 
for it, my Father. I would not exchange it if it were in 
my power. It is a fearful gift inasmuch as one can do 
much good or much ill by its means. An exquisite gift 
because it gilds even common things with a sunshine of its 
own, and yet in sadness it thrills the very heart strings with 
sorrow. 

A lovely gift for it alleviates the sorrows of the possessor 
and the sorrows of others by the music of its spell. But 
few understand or can comprehend the sensitiveness that 
accompanies the gift of poetry, how often a word wounds 
and the heart aches when thoughtless tirades are poured 
out upon the shrinking one. So that although the life path 
is laid among the roses of life yet many thorns pierce the 
unsuspecting persons. 



BY EMILY B. SPENCER. 57 



COMMENTS ON A PICTURE CALLED, '-'A MOR- 
MON TAKING A FIFTH WIFE." 



There is no resemblance in it to our women or our cus- 
toms. It is a libel upon us. The coarse, repellent, vulgar 
looks of the man, with a whip in his hand as an emblem of 
authority is not the picture of the noble-looking, refined, 
intelligent Latter-day Saint who governs by kindness and is 
loved, respected and honored by all of his family no matter 
how many they may number. 

The shame-faced bride who hardly dares cling to his hand 
and who looks as if she had committed some great crime and 
dared look no one in the face, bears no resemblance to the 
pure, free, joyous and loving looks of the Mormon brides, 
while the first wife would not be standing with her arms 
akimbo, to greet her husband and his new wife, with a cur- 
tain lecture, but, if not coming home with the bride leaning 
on the arm of her husband with joy and pride, she would 
meet him with greeting smiles and kisses, while the bride 
likewise would be warmly welcomed. 

The other wives would not be looking so disdainfully upon 
the new comer, but would be greeting her with true sisterly 
afi'ection. 

The sweet little children would crowd around father, eager 
for a kiss, and sharing in the general joy. There again the 
picture is amiss; instead of three or four little ones there 
should be at least twenty or thirty children of all sizes from 
grown young ladies and gentleman to the wee tiny infant, in 
its mother's arms. 

instead of the noise of the washtub, soon would swell the 
music of the organ, and the rich melody of voices, while to 
crown the whole, they would all sit down to a wedding sup- 
per in harmony and union. 



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THE UMBRELLA. 



One day the black clouds gathered, 
And rain- came pouring down, 

Enveloping the hillsides, 
Enveloping the town. 

Some roguish boys were playing, 

They ran beneath a tree 
For shelter, till the raindrops 

Came not so last and free. 

The rain had ceased its beating, 
The clouds had rolled away, 

Again the sua was shining. 
And pleasant was its ray. 

Like diamonds raindrops sparkled, 
And everything was fair, 

With gleeful shouts, the youngest 
In play with others share. 

A woman old and feeble 

Came toward that happy group, 
A cane her steps supported 

And tired was her look. 

The wind had played an antic. 
Her blue umbrella turned. 

The woman had not noticed. 
Nor of her mishap learned. 



BY EMILY B. SPENCER. 59 



The boys espied the trouble, 
And on the air this rung, 

"Cabbages! big cabbages! 
For sale! for sale!" they sung. 

With stones they aimed unerring, 
At the old umbrella blue, 

And running, shouting, scaring, 
The feeble woman too. 

"What have I done, my children, 
That you should treat me so?" 

The woman cried in pity, 
"I surely do not know!" 

And her slow steps she quickened, 

But it was all in vain. 
She could not flee the urchins. 

But more around her came. 

But one, a boy so coble, 

Stepped from the roguish rank, 
His heart was filled with pity — 

Her heart no longer sank. 

"Scop boys! stop your throwing! 

For shame to treat her so! 
I will not, cannot have it — 

Home with her I will go." 

The boys then stood in silence, 
Their fun was at an end: 

That boy to( k part so nobly 
The woman to defend. 



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TO EMMA. 



Fob GET me not, when we shall part 
But will you sometimes think of me, 

Your cherished image in my heart, 
Ever engraven deep will be. 

Forget me not when joy is by, 
But think of one that loves you still, 

And when the days of time shall fly, 
Your joy, my heart will often fill. 

Forget me not if grief should come 
And dim your eyes with falling tears. 

For if I know within my home. 
I would be glad to share your cares. 

Forget me not, at eventide, 

When prayer ascends to heaven's throne, 
But breath a simple prayer for me, 

Whose presence from here soon is gone. 



CONTRASTS. 



What a vast difference there is in the dispositions of peo- 
ple. Some are jovial, and some are sober, some are good- 
natured, while others are snappish. Some are quiet while 
others are boisterous. Some are refined and some are vul- 
gar. There are as many differences in dispositions as there 
are in faces and forms, and this gives variety — and because 
of these differences, no one should expect that others will 
be exactly hke themselves, but make all allowances for foi- 



BY EMILY B. SPENCER. 61 



bles and weaknesses, for we all have them more or less, as 
we lack wisdom, or seek for its blessed guidance. But each 
and every one can improve upon the natural disposition, 
until we arrive unto a degree of perfection. If inclined to 
be snappish, cultivate good nature, if inclined to be vulgar, 
cultivate refinement, and all that is evil put away, and when 
that is done a far more happy state of society will be the 
result while still the disposition of each will be distinct, and 
none will be alike. 

We are one vast brotherhood and sisterhood and should 
aim at the happiness of the whole. How many of us will 
be gathered in one family circle in our Father's court above? 
Let us each strive to be one of the number. 



NEW YEAR'S DAY IN THE PAST AND THE 
PRESENT. 



Once a Spring day the 25th of March crowned the year. 
The stern Winter had passed with its cold, dreary days. Its 
icicles had melted, and were seen no more. The brooks had 
burst their icy bands and once more danced laughing music- 
ally upon their way. The first birds of Spring had made 
their appearance carolling their notes of joy. The lovely, 
hardy flowers peeped up in the woodlands. The bright san 
shone warm and all Nature rejoiced in the glad holiday. 
Spring and the New Year were one. 

Time sped on. A change was proposed. Men thought 
about it, talked about it, made the time fly backward, and 
the 1st of January, 1716, was proclaimed New Year's day. 

Then the New Year's peal rang out upon the frosty air, 
while the beautiful bright stars burned in the depths above. 
Since then snow, frost and ice have held dominion, and 
locked the New Year in their freezing embrace. The sun 



62 THE ROSE OF DESERET. 



has looked down coldly from his far away throne. No flow- 
ers grace the landscape, for kissed by frosty life they black- 
ened and died. Birds have sung us an adieu and flown to 
fairer climes. The winds are chill and in their wild, rushing 
notes sing a requiem of the year. 

Pendant icicles hang from the houses, but warmth and 
light and glee are within. Hearts beat happy and cold is 
defied. Gifts are many. Flying feet beat time to merry 
music, and New Year's Day is as gay now as when in the 
olden time the winds of March heralded its approach. This 
is the New Year as it was and as it is. 

To-night time is passing with its noiseless step bringing 
the finale of another year. The end of this small period of 
time that has brought to some sorrow and to some gladness. 
How many hearts are at this moment beating with some bit- 
ter sorrow, spoken or unspoken, and how many at this time 
are filled with bright anticipations of the future, reveling in 
its fancied blissfulness, while the present is filled with sweet 
happiness. 

The coming year whose approach is so near glides silently 
upon us waking no sleeper and known to have but sleepless 
watchers, as they keep their vigils in honor of its coming. 
They, they alone, welcome the Invisible, as its fresh young 
breath is felt, and feel that the old year has past with the 
last stroke of the "knell of time." That knell heralds the 
new comer. Unseen the New Year has taken the place of 
the old, and we are one year nearer the end of our exist- 
ence, one year nearer the end of time and one year nearer 
the coming of Christ. What will it bring to us, joy or grief, 
pleasure or pain? We have not power to gaze into futurity 
and know what awaits us. If we knew the bitter that we 
had to drink, we would shrink from the draught ere it 
touched our lips. When unknown trials and sorrow come 
upon us, an unseen mighty power buoys up the spirit and 



BY EMILY B. SPENCER. 63 



enables us to pass through trials, that if we had known they 
had to be endured would have embittered our existence. 
Anticipated happiness loses the keen edge of enjoyment 
because the mind has overdrawn the picture, and the reality 
is less than the ideal. 

The dark moments speed on, the morning comes, and the 
air resounds with "Happy Nesv Year." May this be a 
happy New Year to one and all, old and young, married and 
single, youth and maiden and parents and children. 



NANCY'S RIDE. 



I SOUGHT my love where mountains tower 
Towards heaven's blue arch in sun or shower, 
I sought but her, I asked no dower, 
Her eyes so blue, her hair so bright, 
Had caught and fixed my ardent sight. 
I loved my girl so deep and true, 
She was the sweetest maid I knew. 

I sought her father, stern and cold. 
Nor knew a grudge he still did hold 
Against my father, not the son. 
And easy thought my suit I'd won, 
But learned too late, I'd rashly done 
That I had better have kept mum. 

Resolved to take my girl and fly, 
I sought my chum, and he and I, 
Agreed to take a trip to town. 
And bring my darling Nancy down. 
We went at eve when twilight dim. 
Made easier the scheme to win. 



64 THE ROSE OP DESERET. 



With beating and with anxious heart, 
Like school-boys, I forgot my part. 
Impatient waiting, did not give 
The signal telling I'd arrived. 
The girls were waiting for the shrill 
Sharp whistling given with a will. 
At last as I had turned to go. 
With disappointment pressing so, 
I turned my horses' heads away. 
Not knowing at that close of day, 
What made the night air all so still, 
Why they appointment did not fill. 

Then ran from leafy covert out 
The girls who waited thereabout. 
And jumped into the wagon bed, 
Then quick my heart on hope was fed. 
The horses sprang 'neath maddening lash, 
And sped from town like lightning flash. 

But as we fled, we heard behind, 
The rush of hoofs borne on the wind, 
And knew that one had missed his girl, 
And was pursuing with a whirl. 
I gave my orders to my chum 
I knew if caught we'd have no fun, 
So at their best made horses run. 
Then dropped on to the mountain r ad, 
When faster rolled the lightened load. 

They fairly flew, as madly on. 
They rushed like whirlwinds in the sun. 
They turned where roads had never been, 
A shorter way to home of kin. 



BY EMILY B. SPENCER. 65 



The horsemen took a longer route, 
Scarce knowing what they were about, 
Nor knowing where to seek, and find 
The lovers of the faithful mind. 

The river rolled in rapidness 
The bank seemed quite a precipice, 
"Now girls hold on," the driver said. 
As they were crouched in wagon bed. 
"For that shall be no frowning bar 
We'll leap it safely with a jar." 

Like bolts of fire they downward plunged 

And through the rolling river lunged 

And on they sped with rapid pace 

As on I went a shorter race. 

But when I gained my father's house 

My fears were further still aroused. 

I took my love, and led her out, 
(Nor waited for her father's shout,) 
Down by the rivers sedgy bank. 
Where willows grew so thick and rank, 
We waited till the angry sounds 
Had died away in echoing rounds, 
Then through the meadow covered o'er 
With water, safely Nancy bore. 

We came to where was tied my horse, 
We'd wait no more, come best or worse, 
But flew upon our darksome way. 
His hoofs shot sparks like meteor's ray; 
Nor came a gleam or band of gray, 
To tell the dawning of the day. 



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But night's dark cloak around us flung, 
Oar fortunes on the hour were hung, 
So onward with the night we flew, 
And knew to each our hearts were true. 

Thus with her on my faithful steed, 
We rode Hke Lochinvar indeed, 
We called a justice in the night, 
The marriage knot was tied up tight. 
Excitement wild wore Nancy down, 
Throughout the time we had left town, 
Fatigue had told on Nancy bright, 
So cold from riding that weird night. 

With his kind wife she warmly slept. 
Her future was her own, she felt. 
Her father could not interfere, 
Although her heart had loved him dear, 
She felt our love was over all, 
She could no longer keep in thrall. 

But as we homeward went our way, 
As noon had rung upon the day. 
Her father came with furious ire, 
Snatched Nancy from my loving power, 
Bore her unto her home away. 
Upon her fateful wedding day. 

A week she staid, they could not coax, 
It mattered not, by threats or hoax, 
Her mind was firm — she loved me still — 
At last prevailed the girl's sweet will, 
She came to be my wife indeed, 
By ties the first did supercede. 



BY EMILY B. SPENCER. 67 



The second marriage tie was given, 
That by it, hearts should ne'er be riven, 
But after death I'd claim the one, 
With whom my life had just begun, 
It made our happiness complete, 
And left us nothing to regret. 

My Nancy now is in the tomb, 
My darling from my heart is gone, 
And yet we'er parted not forever, 
Death can not us eternal sever, 
The course of life again will come, 
The spirit through her veins will run, 
She will arise and come to me, 
My sweet, my precious, loved Nancy. 



OUR DESIRES. 



From old to young we cry reform, 
And of the blood of Christ be born, 
Live our religion day by day. 
And turn from every sin away. 

That Holy Spirit's quickening power 
May rest upon us every hour. 
That we may watch as well as pray, 
Perform each duty day by day. 

That peace and love and unity, 
May dwell within each family. 
Within each breast a heaven may be; 
May we from Satan's power be free. 



68 THE ROSE OF DESERET. 



THE BIG BOYS. 



How the hearts of mothers ache, 

When the big boys go; 
And when silence reigns around, 

Tones are hushed and low; 
For we know not what will be, 

In the days that come. 
Or what may befall them 

Ere they're safe at home. 

With pain our hearts are beating, 

When the big boys go. 
Silent tears are downward dropping, 

For we love them so, 
No steps awake the echoes. 

In the silent rooms. 
We miss them in the mornings, 

At night and at noons. 

It seems they would not gladly 

Leave their mothers so, 
If they knew how much we loved them- 

We bless them as they go. 
When dangers are around them. 

May they be kept from harm, 
Returning home in safety. 

To meet a welcome warm. 



BY EMILY B. SPENCER. 69 



WILDWOOD FLOWERS. 



TUNE, FADED FLOWERS. 



The flowers that were brought from the wildwood, 

That hung in their beautiful bells, 
Pale, lilac and pink in profusion, 

They told me of shadowy dells. 
Oil the bloom of the flowers I remember, 

And the smiles 1 shall never more see, 
For the hands of my beautiful lover. 

Transplanted the flowers for me. 



The breath of the Spring was like incen-e, 

By the beautiful flowers in bloom, 
He gave the last touch to the garden, 

And he found that yet there was room, 
In the round ribbon bed of beauties. 

And he planted the delicate flowers; 
Then we smiled, as they charming and lovely, 

Kept nodding throughout the night hours. 

Acd when he was absent, these flowers. 

Were cherished far more than their mates, 
Though his hand had fashioned the garden, 

'Twas he that had brought me these plants; 
And they spoke of the distant, blue wildwood, 

Of the charms that were hidden within. 
And they spoke to my heart by their beauty, 

"Oh the one that is gone, I love him." 



70 THE ROSE OF DESERET. 



But the garden and the blossoms are gone; 

I know not who robbed their sweet bloom, 
T left that dear spot in cold Winter, 

lis brightness was wrapped up in gloom. 
I thought not of flowers nor their beauty, 

For I went with the one dear to me, 
His dark eyes to me were far better 

Than bells of the flowers could be. 

And he to the land of the spirits 

Has journeyed in years that have gone 
While 1 in mortality linger, — 

To-day I am sitting alone. 
Perhaps these sweet flowers are around him, 

That past, ere he vanished from sight, 
For they bloom in the land of the spirits. 

More ethereal, beautiful, bright. 



THE TWO POWERS. 



The two powers, good and evil, influence our lives. Upon 
giving way to the power of evil, heeding the suggestions 
of the tempter to take the steps that lead to destruction, the 
evil spirits surrounding us laugh. They see us heeding their 
whisperings and glory when they can influence us to commit 
any wrong. 

Are you going to allow them to lead you astray, to heed 
their wily whispers? 

"Do as you are a mind to. Don't mind what is said. 
You are your own master, and you have got to strike out 
for yourself." 



Br EMILY B. SPENCER. 71 



This is a plan of the Devil, and a very wise suggestion ol 
his to lead you imperceptibly into a road that is wrong. 

If you heeded that, then he would devise plan after plan 
to lead you into bad company, or to bring disgrace upon you 
through the appearance of evil. 

Your guardian angel is round about you from your infancy 
to protect you, to ward off danger and to influence you to do 
good and to walk in the path that will lead you to life ever- 
lasting. 

Evil spirits surround you and use every means to drive 
this guardian angel from your side, but he is true and stead- 
fast, and will never leave you unless you so sink in iniquity 
and wickedness that the evil spirit gains the ascendency, and 
in sorrow and grief he departs leaving you to the power of 
wicked spirits, led captive at their demand. Then your way 
is downward and when you die and go into the spirit world 
their object is accomplished — your spiritual ruin is gained, 
and they rejoice that one more of the sons of God has 
turned from his father and joined the ranks of rebellious 
Lucifer. 

Will you be disobedient to the commands of your parents 
and give the evil spirits power over you? 

Will you stay away from meeting and Sunday School, 
wjiere you can gain the spirit of the Lord, and trifle the 
time in play? 

That will delight them. 

Will you say, and keep your promise, "I will do as I am 
told by my parents, so that the Lord can bless me with long 
life as He has promised. ' ' 

Will you say and, keep your promise? 

"I will go where the spirit of God is that I may partake 
of it and have more power over evil, that my guardian angel 
may delight to stay with me, and the evil spirits be driven 
from my side." 



72 ^ THE ROSE OF DESERET. 



If j'ou are good and will do right and are determined to 
say "no" to all evil, these powers of darkness will leave, and 
then you will be free from their influence. 

If evil companions entice you, heed them not. Say, ''No, 
I will not do wrong, come what may." 

Then the Lord will smile upon j^ou, and your heart will 
rejoice, and you will be glad. He has promised life everlast- 
ing to those who keep His commandments and honor His 
laws. 



A DREAM. 



I DREAMED that a child dressed in white 
Was placed in my care to attend, 

She had lovely dark eyes, a sweet face, 
And her manners, no one would offend. 

Her complexion was beautifully fair, 
And ringlets adorned her dark hair. 

For days she had seemed in my charge, 

And followed me everywhere, 
But never had spoken a word, 

This loveliest one of the fair. 
One morning I drew her unto me, 

And felt she was sent from above, 
And said, as I clasped the sweet child firm 

"It is good to have some one to love." 

What would life be with no one to love, 
How dreary the -days would pass on, 

And the heart eat itself till life ceases, 
Should self be the object alone. 



BY EMILY B. SPENCER. 73 

The affections would wither away 

And half of the glory of life 
Would be lost to the miserable one, 

Whose heart of itself is enough. 



DIDDY. 



I SEATED in a yellow car, 
Was starting to this land afar; 
Where broken is cold Winter's reign, 
By breaths of balmy Spring again, 
And where impatient, grass starts green 
To brighten up the Winter scene. 

'Twas in the tardy Spring months there, 

I last saw Diddy, sweet and fair, 

Where mountains grand are tow' ring high, 

The mountain breeze swept freshly by, 

Exhilaration in the air, 

To breathe it was a pleasure there. 

When I shall meet again my dear. 
And press him to my heart so near, 
His eyes so blue, so bright, so clear. 
Will smile to mine, my heart to cheer. 
Oh baby Diddy, pretty one. 
Is one sweet, blessed light of home. 



74 THE ROSE OF DESERET. 



I TRUST IN THEE. 



Oh the chilling blasts of Winter, 

Seem to settle round my soul, 
Darkness, doubt and dull despair, 

Surging round me, dismal roll! 
And the future looks so dreary. 

All its brightness seems to flee, 
Only One is left unto me; 

Clings my heart in love to Thee. 

Oh, the bitterness of trouble! 

How its shadows ever darken 
All the radiant, shining sky; 

Clouds in blackness round me hover. 
Skies serene seem fled" forever, 

Gathering darkness is before me; 
Yet my trust shall be in Thee. 

Thou alone canst bring back gladness. 
Thou alone canst scatter sadness, 
Thou alone can give the sunshine. 
Bring again a joyous time. 

Oh my Father, let me love Thee, 

Do not turn away from me. 
Comfort me, I pray Thee now. 

By Thy spirit's pleasant flow, 
Let the sunshine of Thy spirit, 

Beam again upon my heart. 
And from righteousness and truth, 

May I never, never part. 



BY EMILY B. SPENCER. 75 



May the discord that seems rising, 

Now be quelled, and quelled forever, 
May sweet Peace in lovliness, 

Dwell with me and leave me never. ' 
May misunderstanding cease, 

And these jarring chords be still, 
Out of tribulation's furnace. 

May I come unscathed and free, 
Giving praises unto Thee. 

May Thy blessings on me resting, 

Crown my efforts every day, 
All I need, may it be given, 

While I on this earth shall stay. 
May I see Thee, Heavenly Father, 

In thy happy home of light; 
Uphold me, keep me, may I never, 

Banished be from out Thy sight. 



JOHNNY. 

Oh my blue- eyed little baby, 

How I love thee, love thee! 
In infantile innocence 

Beauteous and lovely. 
Thy presence brings a blessing, 

A light of ioy with thee; 
On thee may blessings resting, 

Be ever given thee. 

Sweet baby, may'st thou always be 

Still loved and lovely too. 
Thy days be long in peace for thee 



76 THE ROSE OF DESERET. 



Still learning something new. 
My baby smiles, and I smile too, 

In joyousness of heart, 
I seem to feel that heaven is near, 

Its door but j^ist apart. 

ON VISITING A FRIEND AFTER 
LONG ABSENCE. 



Changes, Time's relentless hand, 

Brought to both our firesides bright; 
Joys he brought, and we have smiled. 

Beamed our eyes with merry light; 
Then we danced and songs we sang, 

Whiled the hours of night away. 
Pleasure waited on our steps, 

Sweetly passed each coming day. 

Sorrow, Time has brought to us. 

Raised the bitter glass on high, 
Sadness' dregs, he made us drink, 

Widows then were you and I: 
Torn our hearts have been at times, 

But in God has been our trust. 
And His spirit comforted, 

Blessings still have been for us. 

Here, at last we meet again, 

Meet, and joy that each we see; 
Hope is beating high again. 

Sorrow's clouds begin to flee. 
May our future lives be good. 

Every act approved of Thee, 
Father, who in heaven resides, 

Whom we sometime hope to see. 



BY EMILY B. SPENCER 



THE DICHONAKY OF NAMES. 



MEN S NAMES. 



Arthur 


Greek 


High, noble. 


Asa 


Heb. 


Healer, a physician. 


Asahel 


u 


Made of God, creature 
of God. 


Asaph 


(( 


A collector, one that 
assembles. 


Asarelah 


(( 


Upright to God. 


Ashbel 


(( 


Fire of Bel. 


Asher 


n 


Happy fortune. 


Ashur 


u 


Black, blackness. 


Asthanasius 


Greek 


Immortal. 


Athelstan 


A. S. 


Noble stone. 


Augustine 


Latin 


Belonging to Augustus. 


Augustin 


" 


" u u 


Austin 


u 


" u a 


Augustus 


ti 


Exalted, imperial. 


Aurelius 


l i 


Golden. 


Azariah 


Heb. 


Help of the Lord, he 
that hears the Lord. 


Allan, Allen 




Uncertain. 


Allon 




An oak. 


Almon 


Heb. 


Hidden. 


Alpheus 




Exchange, a chief a 
thousand. 


Alphonso 


0. G. 


All ready, wilHng. 


Alvah Alvan 


Heb. 


Iniquity. 


Alvin, Alwin 


0. G. 


Beloved by all. 



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Amariah 


Heb. 


Whom God promised; 
also, the excellency 
of the Lord. 


Am as a 


n 


A burden, border of 
" the people. 


Amasiali 


i i 


Strength of the Lord. 


Ambrose 


Greek 


Immortal, divine. 


Ammi 


Heb. 


My people. 


Amos 

1 


i( 


Strong, courageous, 
mighty. 


Amoz 




Strong, robust. 


Andrew 


Greek 


Strong, manly. 


Andronichus 


u 


A conqueror oi men. 


Anselen, Ansel 0. Gr. 


Protection of God. 


Antipas 


Heb. 


Against all. 


Anthony 


Latin 


Priceless. 


Antony 


(( 


Praiseworthy. 


Apollos 


Greek 


Of Apollo. 


Aquilla 


" 


An eagle. 


Aram 


Heb. 


Magnificent. 


Archelaus 


Greek 


Ruler of the people. 


Archibald 


Ger. 


Extremely bold, or holy 
prince. 


Aretas 


Heb. 


Virtuous, agreeable. 


Ariel 


kC 


Lion of God, valiant for 
God, guardian angel 
of innocence. 


Alonzo 


0. G. 


Oil of innocence. 


Aristarchus 


Greek 


A good prince. 


Arnold 


0. G. 


Strong as an eagle. 


Artemas 


Greek 


Gift of Minerva (or 
wholesome.) 


Artemis 


n 




Aaron 


Heb. 


Lofty, inspired. 



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Abehil 
Abel 

Abi 

Abiah 

Abiather 

Abiel 

Abiezer 

Abihu 

Abijah 



Heb. 



Abinoam 




I ( 


Abiram 




u 


Abner 




'^ 


Abraham 




n 


Abram 




I i 


Absalom 




u 


Acira 




u 


Adam 




u 


Adiel 




( • 


Adonijah 




tt 


Adin, Adino 




u 


Adolph, Adolphus 0. a. 


Ahi 


* 


c 


Adoniran 


Heb. 


Alanson 




(( 


Aliric 


0. 


G. 


Ahimaaz 


Heb. 


Albert 


0. 


G. 


Albion 


Celtic 



The servant of God. 

Breath, transitoiiness, 
vanity. 

My father. 

The Lord is my father. 

Father of plenty. 

Father of strength. 

Father of help. « 

My or his father. 

To vphom Jehovah is a 
father. 

Father of beauty. 

High father. 

Father of light. 

Father of a multitude. 

Father of elevation. 

Father of peace. 

A fairy goddei^s. 

Man, earth man, red 
earth. 

The ornament of God. 

The Lord is my master. 

Tender, delicate, 

Noble wolf i e. noble 
hero. 

My brother. j 

Lord of height. 
Allen's son. : 

All rich, or noble ruler. 

Brother of the council. 

Nobly, blight, illus- 
trious. I 

Mountainous land, the ' 

ancient name of I 

England. ' 



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Alcira 


n 


1 
Fissional. 


Alexander 


Grerman 


A defender of men. 


Alfied 


0. G. 


An elf, or good coun- 
selor; peace. 


Baldwin 


>■> 


Bold, courageous, 
friend. 


Barnabas, Barnaby,, 


Son of consolation or 






of the Prophet. 


Bartholomew 


Heb. 


A warlike son. 


Barucb 


5J 


Who is blessed, who 
bends the knee. 


Barsillia 


55 


From the Lord, firm, 
true. 


Basil 


Greek 


Kingly, royal. 


Beniah 


Heb. 


Son of the Lord. 


Bengamin 


55 


Son of the right hand. 


Benoi 


51 


Son of grief or trouble. 


Beriah 


55 


In calamity, 


Bernard, Barnard 0. G. 


Bold as a bear. ; 


Bertram 


,, 


Bright raven. 


Bethuel 


Heb. 


Man of God. i 


Bezaleel 


55 


In the protection of or 
shadow of God. 


Bradbury 


55 


A broad city, town or ' 
dwelling. 


Brian 


Celtic 


Strong. 1 


Barca 


Carthiagian 


Terrible as the lightning. 


Caleb 


Heb. 


A dog, a basket, a crow. 


Calvin 


Latin 


Bald. ■ 


Cephas 


55 


A stone, or rock. 


Charles 


0. G. 


Strong, manly, noble, 
spirited. 


Chrisostom 


55 


Golden, mouth. 


Christopher 

1 


Greek 


Bearing Christ. 



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Clarence 


Latin 


Illustrious. 


Claudius, Claude '' 


Land. 


Clement 


u 


Mild tempered, merciful. 


Conrad 


0. H. a. 


Bold in counsel, resolute. 


Constant 


Latin 


Firm, faithful. 


Constantine 


(( 


Resolute, firm. 


: Crispian, Crispin " 


Having curly hair. 


Cyril 


Gnek 


Lordly. 


Cyrus 


Persian 


The sun, miserable. 


Dan 


Heb. 


A judge. 


Daniel 


(( 


A divine judge: 


Darius 


Persian 


Preserver, seeker of 
knowledge. 


David 


Heb. 


Beloved, dear 


Dennis, Denis 


Greek 


Same as Dionysius. 


Dionysius 

1 


t> 


As Bacchus, the God of 
wine. 


Donald 


Celtic 


Proud chief. 


Duncan 


a 


Brown chief. 


i Don 


Spanish 


Mr., a title. 


Eben 


Heb. 


A stone. 


Ebenezer 


( ( 


The stone of help. 


Eber 


" 


He that passes- 


Edgar 


A. S. 


A javeHn or protector 
of property. 


Edwin 

1 




Gainer of property, 
happy, winner. 


! Edmuod 


a 


Defender of property. 


Edward 


(( 


A happy guardian of 
property. 


Egbert 


0. G. 


Famous with the sword. 


Elbert 


i I 


Same as Albert. 


; Eldred 


A. S. 


Terrible. 


Eleazer, Eliezer Heb. 


To whom God is a help. 



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Eli 


Heb. 


A foster son, an offering. 


Eliab • 


(I 


God is his father. 


Eliakim 


(I 


Whom God sets up. 


Ellis, Elias 


(( 


Lord God, or Jehovah 
is my God. 


Elijah 


(( 


" 


Elihu 


(( 


God the Lord. 


Eiiphalet 


l( 


God of salvation. 


Eliphaz 


(( 


God's endeavor. 


Elisha 


a 


God, my salvation. 


Elizur 


il 


God is my rock. 


Elmer 


A. S. 


Noble, excellent. 


Elnathaa 


Heb. 


God gave. 


Emery 


A. S. 


Powerful, rich 


Emmery 


u 


U it 


Emory 


_ u 


(c u 


Eneas 


Greek 


Praised, commanded. 


Enoch 


Hebrew 


Consecrated, dedicated. 


• Enos 


(1 


Fallen man, enough. I 


Eyaphras 


li 


Covered with foam. 


Ephraim 


a 


Very fruitful. i 


Erasmus 


Greek 


Amiable, lovely, worthy ; 
to be loved. i 


Erastus 


u 


Lovelj% amiable. 


Ethan 


Heb. 


Firmness, strength. 


Eugene 


Greek 


Well born, noble. 


Eusebius 


" 


Pious, godly. 


Eustice 


a 


Healthy, strong, firm. 


Evan . 


British 


Same as John. 


Everard 


0. G. 


Strong as a wild boar. 


Ezekiel 


Heb. 


Strength of God. 


Ezra 


C( 


Help, a helper. 


Felix 


Latin 


Happy, prosperous. 


Ferdinand 


G. 


Brave, valiant. 

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Fernanda 


0. G. 


Brave, valiant. 


Festus 


Latin 


Joyful, glad, free. 


Francis 


" 


(( (( u 


Fortunatus 


(( 


Prosperous, happy. 


Frederick 


0. H. G. 


Abounding in peace, a 
peaceful ruler; rich 
peace. 


Gains 


Latin 


Rejoice J. 


Gamaliel 


Heb. 


Recompense of God. 


Garret 


0. G. 


Same as Gerald. 


George 


Greek 


A landholder, a husband- 
man, a farmer. 


Gerald 


0. G. 


Strong with the spear. 


Gerard 


u 


u u u n 


Gershom 


Heb. 


An exile, a stranger there. 


Gideon 


u 


A destroyer, one that 
bruises. 


Gilbert 


0. H. G. 


Yellow, bright, famous. 


' Giles 


Greek 


A kid. 


Goddard 


B. G. 


Pious, virtuous. ; 


Goodrich 


CC 


Rich in God. 


Godfrey 


0. H. G. 


At peace with God. 


: Geoffry 


" 


U (( (( (• 


Gregory 


German 


Watchful. 


Griffith 


British 


Having great faith. 


Gustavus 


Lt 


A warrior; hero. 


Guy 


French 


A leader. , 


Harold 


A. S. 


Champion, general of an 
army. 


Heman 


Heb. 


Faithful. 


Henry 


0. H. G. 


The head or chief of a 
house. 


Herbert 


A. S. 


Glory of the army. 


Hercules 


Ger. 


Lordly fame. 

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Herman 


0. a. 


A warrior. 


Hermon 


it 


Anathema. 


Hezekiah 


Heb. 


Strength of the Lord. 


Hierome 


It 


Holy name. 


Hilary 


Latin 


Cheerful, merry. 


Hilel 


Heb. 


Praise. 


Hilkiah 


(( 


God is my portion. 


Hiram 


u 


Most noble. 


Homer 


Greek 


A pledge, security. 


Horace 


" 


Uncertain. 


Horatio 


k( 


(( 


Hosea 


Heb. 


Salvation, Savior. 


Howell 


Brit 


Sound, whole. 


Hubert 


0. H. a. 


Bright in spirit. 


Hugh 


Danish 


Mind, spirit, soul. 


Humphrey 


Anglo Saxon 


Protector of the house, 
or home peace. 


Hamilcar 


Carthaginian 


The favorite of Hercules. 


Hanna Baal 


(( 


The favor of Baal. 


Hannibal 


u 


it (( tt t i 


Ichabod 


Heb. 


The glory is departed. 


Ignatius 


Greek 


Ardent, fiery. 


Ingram 


Teutonic 


Raven. 


Ira 


Heb. 


Watchful. 


Isaac 


(I 


Laughter. 


Isaiah 


u 


Salvation of the Lord. 


Israel 


ii 


A soldier of God, pre- 
vailing with God. 


Ithiel 


(.1 


God is with me. 


Jaber 




Sorrow, trouble; he will 
cause pain. 


Jabish 


(I 


Dryness, confusion. 


Jacob, James " 


A supplanter. 


Jarius 


(( 


He will enlighten. 



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Japheth 


Heb. 


Enlargement. 


Jared 


(( 


Descent, command. 


Jason 


Greek 


A healer, a physician. 


Jasper 


Per. 


A mineral, a precious 
stone. 


Javan 


Heb. 


Supple. 


Jedediali 


C( 


Beloved of the Lord. 


Juduthan 


u 


Who gives praise. 


i Jeffrey 


0. H. G. 


Same as Godfrey. 


Jeremiah 


Heb. 


Exalted of the Lord, 


Jeremy 


i( 


c( 


Jerome 


Greek 


Holy name. 


Jesse 


Heb. 


Wealth, my present. 


Jethro 


u 


His excellence, or pos- 
terity. 


Joab. 

i 


n 


Jehovah is his father, 
having a father. 


1 Job 


u 


Afflicted, persecuted, 
presented. 


Joel 


(( 


He that wills or com- 
mands; the Lord is 
God. 


John 


u 


The gracious gift of God. 


Jonah, Jonas 


u 


A dove. 


Jonathon 


u 


Gift of Jehovah. 


Joseph 


l( 


He shall add. 


Josiah 


(« 


Given of the Lord; fire 
of the Lord. 


Joshua 


Heb. 


God of salvation. 


Jotham 


u 


The Lord is upright. 


i Judah 


11 


Praise, praised of the 
Lord. 


Juhan 


Latin 


Belonging to Julius or 
from Julius; downy. 



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1 

THE ROSE OF DESERET. 


Julius 


G-reek 


Soft haired, downy. 


Justin 


Latin 


Just. 


Justus 


" 


i( 


Laban 


Heb. 


White, shining. 


Lambert 

1 


0. H. a. 


Illustrious with landed 

possessions. 


i Lawrence 


Lai in 


Crowned with laurel. 


Leander 


Greek 


]jion man. 


Leo 


u 


Lion. 


Lebbens 


Heb 


Praise. 


Lemuel 


(I 


Created by God. 


Leonard 

j 


Greek 


Brave as a lion, lion- 
hearted. 


Leonidas 


" 


Lion like. 


Leopold 


0. H. G 


Bold for the people. 


Lepold 


(I 


C( 


Levi 


Heb. 


Adhesion, who is held. 


Lewis 


H G. 


Bold warrior. 


Linus 


Greek 


Flaxen haired. 


Lionel 


Latin 


Young lion. 


].lewelyn 


Celtic 


Lightning. 


Loammi 


u 


Not my people. 


Ludsvic 


0. H. G. 


Same as Lewis 


Ludswic 


u 


n 


Lucian 


Latin 


Born at daybreak. 


Lucius 


li 


u 


Luke 


'' 


Luminous, same as Luc- 
ian. 


Luther 


Greek 


Illustrious warrior. 


Malachi 


Heb. 


Messenger of the Lord. 


Manasseh 


'' 


Forgetfalness. 


Manoah 


" 


Best, also a present. 


Marcellus 


Latin 


Diminutive of Mar jus. 


Marcius 


«i 


A hammer; sprung from 
Mars; polite. 



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Marcus 


Latin 


Same as Marcius. 


Mark 


n 


" 


i Martin 


u 


Of Mars, warlike. 


1 Matthew 


Heb. 


Gift of Jehovah. 


Matthias 


(( 


Gift of the Lord. 


Maurice 


Latin 


Moorish, dark colored. 


Melvin 


u 


" 


Meredith 


Celtic 


Sea protector. 


Meshach 


Heb. 


That draws by force. 


Micah 


a 


Who is like the Lord; 
humble. 


Micajah 


(I 




1 Michael 


(( 


Who is like God. 


Mills 


Latin 


A soldier. 


Moran 


British 


A seamen, a dweller on 
the ocean. 


Nahum 


Heb. 


Consolation, comforter. 


Napoleon 


Greek 


Lion of the forest dell. 


Nathan 


Heb. 


Given, a gift. 


Nathaniel 


" 


The gift of God. 


Neale, Nell 


Latin 


Dark, swarthy; black- 
smith. 


1 Nehemiah 


Heb. 


Comfort of the Lord. 


Nicholas 


Greek 


Victory of the people. 


Noah 


Heb. 


Rest, comfort. 


Noel 


Latin 


Born on Christmas day. 


Noph 


Heb. 


A sieve, a honey comb. 


Norman 


Ger. 


Northman, a native of 
Normandy. 


Obed 


Heb. 


Serving God. 


Obadiah 


" 


Servant of the Lord. 


ObedEdom 


" 


Servant of Edom 


i Octavius 


Latin 


The eighth child, eighth 
born. 


Octavus 


(( 


(( 





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88 


THE ROSE 


OF DESERET. 


Oliver 


Latin 


An olive tree. 


Orestes 


Greek 


A mountaineer. 


Orlando 


Teutonic 


Same as Rowland, 


Oscar 


Celtic 


Bounding warrior. 


Osmond 


0. G. 


Protection of God. 


Osmund 


(( 


u 


Oswold 


u 


Power of God; Stewart. 


Oswald 


u 


< i 


Othmi 


Heb. 


My hour, my time. 


Othmel 


(( 


The power of God. 


Owen 


Celtic 


Lamb; young lamb. 


Ozias 


Heb. 


Strength of the Lord. 


Patrick 


Latin 


Noble, a patrician. 


Paul 


(( 


Little, also a worker. 


Paulas 


(C 


(( 


Peleg 


Heb. 


Division. 


Peregrine 


Lat. 


A stranger. 


Peter 


Greek 


A rock. 


Phannel 


(( 


The face or vision of God. 


Peniel 


u 


u 


Philander 


(( 


A lover of men. 


Philemon 


C( 


Loving, friendly, affection- 
ate. 


Pniletus 


(( 


Amiable, beloved. . 


Philip 


(( 


A lover of horses, war- 
like. 


Phineas 


Heb. 


Mo^ith of brass, bold 
countenance. 


Phinehas 


(C 


(( 


Polycarp 


Greek 


Much fruit. 


Preserved 


English 


Redeemed. 


Ralph 


0. H. G. 


Same as Rodolphus. 


Randal 


A. S. 


House wolf, or ruler of the 
house. 


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Raphael 


Heb. 


Healing of God. 


Raymond 


0.0. 


Wise protection. 


Reginald 


u 


Strong ruler. 


Reuben 


Heb. 


Behold a son. 


Reuel 


a 


Friend of God. 


Reynold 


0. G. 


Same as Reginald. 


Richard 


0. H. a. . 


Rich hearted, powerful. 


Robert 


C( 


Bright in fame, as a coun- 
sellor. 


Roderick 


O.Gr. 


Rich in fame. 


Rodulph 


0. H. G. 


Famous wolf or hero. 


Rodolphus 


u 


u 


Roger 


u 


Famous with the spear; 
quiet. 


Roland 


0. 


Fame of the Lord. 


Rowland 


(( 


a 


1 Rufus 


Latin 


Red; red haired. 


1 Rupert 


0. H. 


Same as Robert. 


Salmon 


Heb. 


Shady. i 


Samson 


" 


Great joy and felicity. 


Sampson 


u 


u 


Samuel 


u 


Asked of God, heard of God. 


: Saul 


(( 


Asked for. 


Seba 


(i 


Eminent. 


Sebastian 


l( 


Venerable, reverend, ma- 
jestic. 


Sereno 


Latin 


Calm, peaceful. 


' Serenus 


u 


u 


i Seth 


Heb. 


Appointed. 


! Shadrach 


u 


Rejoicing in the way. 


Silas 


Latin 


Diminutive of Sylvanus. 


Silvan 


u 


Living in a wood. 


Silvanus 


u 


(( 


Sylvanus 


ii 


A woodman. 


Silvester 


(( 


Bred in the country, rustic. 



90 


THE ROSE 


OF DESERET. 


Simeon 


Heb. 


Having with acceptance. 


Simon 


(( 


C( 


Solomon 


(( 


Peaceable. 


Stephen 


Greek 


A crown. 


Thaddeus 


Syr. 


The wise. 


Theobold 


0. G. 


Bold for the people. 


Theodore 


Greek 


The gift of God. 


Theodoric 


A. S. 


Powerful amoDg the people. 


Theophilus 


Greek. 


A lover of God, 


Thomas 


u 


A Twin. 


Timothy 


(I 


Fearing of God. 


Tobiah 


Heb. 


Distinguished for the Lord. 


Tristram 


Latin 


Grave, pensive, melancholy. 


Ulysses. 


Greek 


A hater. 


Urban. 


Latin 


Courteous, polished, polite 


Uriah 


Heb. 


Light of the Lord. 


Uriel 


t( 


(( 


Valentine 


Latin. 


Strong, healthy, powerful, j 


Victor 


Latin 


A conqueror. 


Vincent 


" 


Conquering, victorious. 


Vivian 


" 


Lively. ; 


Walter 


0. H. G. 


Ruling the host. 


Wilfred 


(c 


Much peace. 


William 




Helmet of resolution, de- 
fence, or protector of 
many. 


Winfred 


A. S. 


Win peace. 


Zabdiel 


Heb, 


Gift of God. 


Zaccheus 


Cl 


Innocent, pure. 


Zachariah 


(( 


Remembered of the Lord. 


Zachary 


(( 


(( 


Zadock 


it, 


Just. 


Zebedee 


(( 


Gift of the Lord. 


Zebadiah 


u 





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BY EMILY B. 


SPENCER. 91 


Zechariah 


(( 


Same as Zachariah. 


ZebuloQ 


u 


Dwelling habitation. 


Zedakiah 


(C 


Justice of the Lord. 


Zelotes 


Greek 


A zealot. 


Zenas 


u 


Gift of Jupiter, living. 


Zephaniah 


Heb. 


Hid of the Lord. 




women's names. 


Abbie 


Heb. 


Diminutive of Abigail. 


Abby 


u 


u 


Abigail 


u 


My father's joy, joyful. 


Achsah 


u 


Anklet, adorned. 


Ada 


G. 


Same as Edith, happi- 
ness. 


Adaline 


(I 


Ail variations to Ade- 
line are French. No- 
ble, etc. 


Adelaide 




u 


Adela 




(( 


Adelia 




(( 


Adelina 


0. G. 


Proud, nice princess. 


Adeline 


French 


Of noble birth. 


Adnah 




Rest testimony. 


Agnes 


Greek 


Good, kind, who con- 
fesses. 


Alathea 


(t 


Truth. 


Alice 


0. G. 


Same as Adeline. 


Almira 


Ar. 


Lofty, a princess. 


Althea 


Greek 


A healer. 


Anabel 

• 


Latin 


Lovable. 





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THE ROSE OP 


DESERET. 


Amanda 


Latin 


Worthy to be loved. 


Amelia 


0. G. 


Busy, energetic. 


Amy 


Latin 


Beloved. 


Angelica 


Gr. 


Lovely, angelic. 


Angelina 


(C 


U (( 


Ann 


Heb. 


Grace (the same as Han- 
nah), merciful. 


Anna 


(( 


41 


Anne 


a 


(C 


Annette 


Latin 


(( 


Antoinette 


Gr. 


Inestimable. 


Antonia 


Latin 


(( 


Antonina 


(( 


(C 


Apphia 


11 


Fruitful. 


Arabella 


(I 


A fair altar. 


x\riana 


Gr. 


Corruption of Ariadne. 


Asenith 


Gr. 


Peril, misfortune. 


Agusta 


Latin 


Feminine of Agu&tus. 


Aurelia 


u 


Feminine of Aurelius. 


Aurora 


" 


Morning redness, fresh, , 
brilliant. : 


Azubah 


Heb. 


Deserted. 


Alma 


Latin 


Sweet. 


Almaretta 


u 


Sweet. 


Agatha 


'' 


Truly good and just. 


Barbara 


Gr. 


Foreign, strange. 


Bashemath 


Heb. 


Perfumed, in desolation. 


Bethsheba 


u 


The seventh daughter. , 


Beatrice 


Latin 


Making happy. 


Beatrix 


(( 


" ' i 


Belinda 


C( 


Uncertain. 


Bertha 


0. G. 


Bright, beautiful, pulu- j 

cid. i 


Betsy 

1 

11 


Heb. 


Corruption of Elizabeth. 

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Beulah 


Heb. 


Married. 


Bridget 


Celt. 


Strength. 


Camilla 


Latin 


Attendant at a sacrifice. 


Caroline 


0. G. 


Feminine of Carolus or 
Charles. 


Cassandra 


Gr. 


She who inflames with 
love. ^ 


Catharina 


Greek 


Pure, chaste. 


Catharine 


" 


(C 


Catherine 


u 


(C 


Cecilia 


Latin 


Feminine of Cecil, dim 
of sight. 


Celestine 


u 


Heavenly. 


Celia 


" 


Feminine of Coelius. 


Charlotte 


0. G. 


Feminine of Charles, 
noble, of good repute. 


Chloe 


Gr. 


A green herb blooming. 


Christiana 


Latin 


Feminine of Christian. 


Christina 




Latin for Christian. 


Clara 


Latin 


Clear as the crystal sea. 


Clarissa 


(( 


Bright, illustrious. 


Clemintine 


(C 


Mild, gentle. 


Constance 


" 


Firm, constant, resolute. 


Cora 


Greek 


Maiden, as Corinna. 


Cordelia 


Latin 


Warm-hearted. 


Corinna 


Gr. 


Maiden, 


Cynthia 


Gr. 


Belonging to Mt. Cyn- 
thus. 


Cyrene 


n 


A wall, a floor. 


! Carolina 


u 


Sweet spirit hale. 


1 Cornelia 


Latin 


A horn, harmonious and 
fair. 


Deborah 


Heb. 


A bee, a word. 


i Delia 

1 

i 


Gr. 


Of Delos. 



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THE ROSE OF 


DESERET. 


Diantha 


Gr. 


Flower of Jove, a pink. 


Dinah 


Heb. 


Judged, judgment. 


Dorah 


Gr. 


Contraction of Dorothy. 


Dorcas 


(• i 


A gazelle, roebuck. 


Dorinda 


u 


Same as Dorothy. 


Dorothy 


C( 


The gift of God. 


Drusilla 


(( 


Watered by the dew. 


Edith 


0. G. 


Happiness. 


Edna 


Heb. 


Pleasure. 


Eleanor 


Gr. 


Light, same as Helen. 


Elenora 


u 


(. 


Elisabeth 


Heb. 


A worshiper of God, 
an oath of trust. 


Elizabeth 


n 


" 


1 Eliza 


(( 


u 


Ella 


Gr. 


Contraction of Eleanor. 


Emeline 


0. G. 


Energetic. 


Emily 


" 


u 


i Emma 


Gr. 


A nurse. 


Esther 


Per. 


A f^tar, a good fortune. 


Eudorah 


Gr. 


A good gift. 


Eugenia 


i( 


Feminine of Eugene. 


! Eunice 


t' 


Happy victf ry. 


Eva 


Heb. 


Life 


i Eve 


(( 


'^ 


Evangeline 


Gr. 


Bringing good or glad 
news. 


1 Eveline 


Heb. 


Same as Eva. 


Fanny 


Gr. 


Diminutive of Frances. 


Faustina 


Latin 


Lucky, fortunate. 


' Felicia 


" 


Happiness, happy girl. 


Fidelia 


i( 


Faithful. 


Flora 


i( 


Flowers. 


i Florence 

1 
1' 


C( 


Blooming, flourishing. 

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Br EMILY B, 


SPENCER 95 


Frances 


Gr. 


Feminine of Francis, 
unrestrained and free. 


Frederick a 


0. H. G. 


Feminine of Frederick. 


Greorgiana 


Gr. 


Feminine of George. 


Gertrude 


0. H. G. 


Spear maiden. 


Grace 


Latin 


Favor (unmerited). 


Gracia 


" 


Same as Anne and Han- 
nah. 


Griselda 


Teutonic 


Stone, heroine. 


Hannah 


Heb. 


The same of Anna 
(grace)gracious, mer- 
ciful. 


Harriet 


0. H. G. 


Feminine of Henry, 
odor sweet. 


Hellena 


Gr. 


Light. 


Helen 


(( 


'• 


Henrietta 


0. H. G. 


Feminine of Henry, a 
soft, sweet star. 


Hephzibah 


Heb. 


My delight is in her. 


Hester 


Per. 


Same as Esther, a star. 


Honora 


Latin 


Honorable. 


Honor 


u 


(C 


Hortensia 


(( 


A lady gardener. 


Huldah 


Heb. 


A weasel, a prophetess. 


Ida 


0. G. 


^ God like. 


Inez 


Gr. 


Same as Agnes,(kind). 


Irene 


(( 


Peaceful. 


Isabella 


Heb. 


Same as Elizabeth, 
lady rare. 


Isabel 


K 


(t 


Jane 


Heb. 


Feminine of John, gift 
or mercy of the Lord 


1 Janette 


*• 




Jean 


u 


C( 





96 


THE ROSE OF 


DESERET. 


Jeanne 


Heb. 


Same as Jane. 


Jeanette 


u 


a 


Joan 


u 


u 


Joanna 


(( 


C( 


Jemina 


Heb. 


A dove, a soft sound 
in air. 


Jerusha 


(( 


Married. 


Josephine 


(( 


Feminine of Joseph. 


■ Joyce 


Latin 


Sporting. 


Judith 


Heb. 


Praised, praising, a 
song of sacred 
praise. 


Julia 


Latin 


Feminine of Julius, 
soft haired, ajew- 
el none excel. 


Juliana 


(( 


Feminine of Julian, 
down}\ 


Juliet 


Ci 


Diminutive of Julia. 


Justina 


(( 


Feminine of Justin. 


Katherine 


Gr. 


Same as Catherine. 


Keturah 


Heb. 


Increase. 


Keziah 


Heb. 


Cassia, superficies. 


Laura 


Latin 


A laurel. 


Laurinda 


(( 


A variation of Laura. 


Lavina 


(( 


Of Latium. 


Leonora 


Gr. 


Same as Eleanor. 


Letitia 


Latin 


Happiness. 


Lettice 


u 


Corruption of Letitia. 


Lilian 


(( 


Lily. 


Lois 


Gr. 


Good, desirable. 


i Lorinda 


Latin 


Variation of Laurin- 
da. 
Feminine of Louis 


i Louisa 


0. H. G. 


1 




or Lewis. 

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SPENCER. 97 


Louise 


0. H. G. 


Same as Loussa. 


Lucia 


Latin 


Same as Lucy, light- 
some. 


Lucinda 


(( 


Constant as the day. 


Lucretia 


Ci 


Grim, light. 


Lucy 


C( 


Feminine of Lucius, 
born at break of 
day, light. 


Lydia 


Gr. 


From Lydia in Asia 
Minor, a refresh- 
ing well. 


Leita 


Greek 


A joy by love avowed. 


Mabil 


Latin 


Contraction of Ama- 
bel, like a lily fair. 


Madeline 


Heb. 


Belonging to Mag- 
dala. 


Magdalene 


(( 


u 


Morcella 


Latin 


Fem. of Marcellus. 


Marcia 


u 


" " Marcius. 


Margaret 


Greek 


A shining pearl, 
precious. 


Maria 


Heb. 


Same as Mary, a 
lady fair. 


Marianne 


u 


Compound of Mary 
and Anne. 


Marion 


u 


A French form of 
Mary. 


Martha 


u 


Ruler of the house, 
otherwise sorrow- 
ful, meloncholy. 


Mary 


(( 


Exalted, bitter, star 
of the sea. 


Matilda 


0. H. G. 


A mighty battle 
a maid, a heroine. 



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THE ROSE OF 


DESERET. 


1 

Maud 


0. H. 0. 


A contraction of 
Matilda and also 
Magdelene. 


May 


u 


Month of May, also 
dim. of Mary. 


Mehetabel 


Heb. 


Benighted of God. 


Mehitable 


(( 


tt 


Melicent 


Latin 


Sweet singer. 


Melissa 

1 


Greek 


A bee, same as 
Deborah. 


Mildred 


Ger. 


Mild, threatener. 


Miranda 


Latin 


Admirable. 


Miriam 


Heb. 


Same as Mary. 


Myra 


Greek 


She who weeps or 
laments. 


Nancy 


Latin 


A familiar form of 
Anne. 


Naomi 


Heb. 


Beautiful, agreea- 
ble. 


Narcissus 


u 


Astonishment. 


Nora 


Latin 


Contraction o f 
HoEora. 


Octavia 


Latin 


Fem. of Octavius. 


Olive 


(( 


An olive. 


Olivia 


(( 


u 


Ophelia 


Greek 


A serpent. 


Olymphia 


u 


Heavenly. 


Parila 


Latin 


Fem. of Paul or 
Paulus. 


Paulina 


u 


Fem, of Paulinus. 


Pauline 


(( 


u 


Penelope 


Greek 


A weaver. 


1 Persis 


(( 


A Persian woman. 





BY EMILY B. 


SPENCER. 99 


Phebe 


Greek. 


The same as Phoe- 
be. 


Philippa 
Phoebe 




Fem. of Philip. 
Pure, radiant. 


Phyllis 
Polly 


(( 


A green bough. 


Eng. 


A variation of Mol- 
ly from Mary. 


Priscilla 


Latin 


Somewhat old, 
eminent, anci- 
ent of days. 


Paltith 


Heb. 


God has delivered. 


Rachel 


Heb. 


A ewe sheep, with 
the faithful few. 


Rebecca 


Heb. 


Of enchanting beau- 
ty. 


Rhoda 


Greek 


A rose. 


Rosa 


Latin. 


A rose. 


Rosabel 


(( 


A fair rose. 


Rosabella 


(( 


" 


Rosalia 


'« 


Blooming rose. 


Rosalind 


ki 


Beautiful as a rose. 


Rosamond 


Teutonic 


Horse protection, or 
famous protection. 


Rosamund 


Teutonic 


Rose of the world. 


Roxana 


Per. 


Dawn of day. 


Ruth 


Heb. 


Beauty. 


Sabina 


Latin 


A Sabine woman. 


Sabrina 


u 


The river Severn. 


Salome 


Heb. 


Peaceful. 


Salva 


Latin 


Safe. 


Sarah 


Heb. 


A princess of the multi- 
tude. 


Susan 


Hebrew 


A lily, white. 



1 

100 


THE ROSE OF 


DESERET. 


Sybil or Sibyl 


Greek 


A prophetess, also a 
heathen antiquity. 


Sophia 


u 


Wisdon. 


Sophronia 


(( 


Of a sound mind. 


Stella 


"• 


A star. 


Tabitha 


Lyrian 


A gazelle. 


Theodora 


Greek 


Fem. of Theodore. 


! Thedosia 


(( 


The gift of God. 


Theresa 


u 


Carrying ears of corn. 


1 Tryphena 


(( 


Delicate, luxurious. 


Tryphosa 


u 


Luxurious, dainty. 


Ulrica 


0. G. 


Reich. 


^ Urania 


Greek 


Heavenly. 


. Ursula 


Latin 


She bear, a little bear. 


Usla 


(( 


C( 


Valeria 


(( 


Fem. of Valerius. 


A^ashti 


Persian 


That drinks, also thread. 


Victoria^ 


Latin 


Victory. 


Vida 


Erse. 


Fem. of David. 


Viola 


Latin 


A violet. 


Virginia 


(C 


Virgin, pure. 


Viviana 


(( 


Lively. 


Wilhelmina 


0. H. G. 


Fem. ofWilhelmfGer. 
for William.) 


Winifred 


Teutonic 


A lover of peace. 


Wealthy 


u 


Rich. 


i Zenobia 


Greek 


Having life from Jupi- 


1 
1 


*m* 


ter. 



ABBREVIATIONS. 

Heb. Hebrew. Gr, Greek. Lat. Latin. Teut. Teutonic. 
Per. Persian. 0. G. Old German. Fr. French. Ar Arabian. 
Celt. Celtic. 0. H. G. Old High German, Eng. English. 
Sax. Saxony. Br or Brit. British. Sw. Swedish. It. Italian. 
Sp. Spanish. Pg. Portuguese. A. S. Anglo-Saxon. 



